But in the end one needs more courage to live than to kill himself.
Is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?
I love you more than my own skin.
Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.
Because in the end, you won’t remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain.