Random Scribbling

Things are about to get busy at work, so I'm going on hiatus again. Well, that and I've been half-assing this for the longest time.

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Some leftover text from my novel that didn't fit in anywhere right now. Some of it is good, some of it is not. Most of it doesn't even really apply to the story proper. Maybe it will fit somewhere later.

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sometimes, when you’re about to pass out, you just gotta hold on to something familiar.

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When you wake up and you haven’t opened your eyes, everything seems that dark grey, even during the brightest day.

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The problem with answers was that he wanted the solid, unambiguous answers, like what you’d get with a mathematical equation. And though our universe is based on these mathematical equations, there’s an emergent diversity that leads to complexity. As a result, there are few, if any, simple answers. Thus, none of the answers he would get would satisfy his craving.

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“We have to become greater than the sum of our parts.”
“Seven, then.”
“What?”
“Two arms, two legs, one head, one torso, that’s six. So, we have to become seven.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“I guess you’re right. We have fingers and toes, ears and noses. Give me a second while I count.”

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You have to hurt before you can empathize. That’s why children are so cruel. They’re the prize of their parents, and now little, if any, pain. That’s why rich kids are such pains in the ass, because the’ve never hurt. Of course, you go too far, and people just hurt too much, and don’t care about how other people feel, they’ve hurt too much themselves.

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remember when you fought because you thought you were right? Because you thought you were doing good? Then you got older, and realized you were fighting more to prevent yourself from going crazy, by realizing there was nothing special about your life.