You may feel insignificant and you are, but the ripples of your actions stretch across light-years, like a rock thrown into a country pond, cascading through the entirety of existence.

— anonymous

The void filled his soul like a Hungry Man dinner: filling but lacking in flavor.

We’re all searching for an ending. We have been since the day we were born.

If you squint your eyes, you can almost see it out there in the dark.

It’s waiting, but we still have plenty of time to waste.

"I want you to leave the theater of my writing thinking about what it all means.
When the lights come up, I want you questioning your whole life."

— Anonymous