Some days, I don’t want to believe in a God. Other days, I just... I need to believe. Horrible things happen, all over the world, every day. We ask ourselves: Why would God let this happen? And we want an answer to that question so bad, but there is no answer. Instead, there’s just this... hope. This hope that, somehow, things can be right in the end. And I pray everyday that it’s true.

Sometimes,′ said Tegan, pausing almost thoughtfully, ’we get so caught up in the things we gotta do... that we forget about the people.

Just an empty thing without a soul.

My doctor suggested my insomnia was trauma-related. I suggested it was I-don’t-know-how-to-be-a-human-being-anymore-related. My doctor suggested that maybe that was trauma-related.

-I suppose it starts with having a dream. And then chasing it. You chase after it like your life depends on it. In a sense, I guess it does."-What sort of dream?-Any sort. It doesn’t matter what it is. The only thing that matters is that you want it from the deepest part of who you are, and you chase after it with everything in you.

It was in that moment that I realized something about human beings: We always care. Even when we don't care, or don't want to care, or we've been broken beyond the capability of caring...We always do. It's our ultimate infallibility.

Have you ever done something really bad?' said Aaron....'Um...' I said...'You do know who you're talking to, right? I don't think I've ever done a thing that wasn't really bad.' 'No, I mean really bad. Something you can't forgive yourself for. You want to forgive yourself for it, and you need to forgive yourself for it...but you just can't.

But they weren't [just numbers]. To someone, somewhere, those lost people were Everything.

...What if we had that kind of passion with the List? This passion that was at the very root of our existence. and the injustice of it made our blood boil, and if we didn't complete the fuck out of this List, we would at least die trying.