"I am Collins. From my position in the moon's orbit, I watched Armstrong and Aldrin land and walk on the surface. I was so close to the ground of the moon, and yet I returned without having trod upon it... I am Collins." - Not Collins

"Suppose that you were sitting down at this table. The napkins are in front of you, which napkin would you take? The one on your ‘left’? Or the one on your ‘right’? The one on your left side? Or the one on your right side? Usually you would take the one on your left side. That is ‘correct’ too. But in a larger sense on society, that is wrong. Perhaps I could even substitute ‘society’ with the ‘Universe’. The correct answer is that ‘It is determined by the one who takes his or her own napkin first.’ …Yes? If the first one takes the napkin to their right, then there’s no choice but for others to also take the ‘right’ napkin. The same goes for the left. Everyone else will take the napkin to their left, because they have no other option. This is ‘society’… Who are the ones that determine the price of land first? There must have been someone who determined the value of money, first. The size of the rails on a train track? The magnitude of electricity? Laws and Regulations? Who was the first to determine these things? Did we all do it, because this is a Republic? Or was it Arbitrary? NO! The one who took the napkin first determined all of these things! The rules of this world are determined by that same principle of ‘right or left?’! In a Society like this table, a state of equilibrium, once one makes the first move, everyone must follow! In every era, this World has been operating by this napkin principle. And the one who ‘takes the napkin first’ must be someone who is respected by all. It’s not that anyone can fulfill this role… Those that are despotic or unworthy will be scorned. And those are the ‘losers’. In the case of this table, the ‘eldest’ or the ‘Master of the party’ will take the napkin first… Because everyone ‘respects’ those individuals."

"Who are you, that do not know your history?"

"Yes, of course we were pretentious. What else is youth for?"

"Money can always be replaced. Same can't be said about people."

"Always listen to Dad, even if he's been drinking!"

"Some of y'all bout to be real mad at me, but it must be said. Some of y'all is sad, and ugly, and unattractive, but that is okay. Just be who you are, but you got to stop blaming Twitter, black men and society for all of your problems. Some of y'all gon tell me well, my wig ♥♥♥♥♥♥ up. That's okay, cause I can go get a $1000 one right now, and put that ♥♥♥♥ right back on. Some of y'all gon say well, I am ugly as ♥♥♥♥. That's okay, cause a ♥♥♥♥♥ livin' lavish. My boyfriend, a pro athlete, he play baseball, and I'm happy, and you not. You see what the problem is? It's perspective. I'm happy, and you on Twitter complainin' about why you not gettin' chose. Get your life together."

"When en... when energy flows among flowers we are all everywhere. I... I am here... and not here. I... um... love flowers."

"I NEED YOU. YOU CAN KEEP ME ON THIS EARTH. BE VIGILANT. I LOVE YOU."

"I am Apollo 11!"

ANCIENT REPTILIAN BRAIN - Oh yeah, baby. Frame your suffering as a masterpiece. Only one problem - no one's watching. It's boring, buddy, boring as death.

"Yes -- you're ready to start building communism *again*. You've built it before, *they've* built it before. Hasn't really worked out yet, but neither has *love* -- should we just stop building love, too?"

"For to know the world is a stage is to know that Truth is a Vanity."

"No. This is somewhere to be. This is all you have, but it's still something. Streets and sodium lights. The sky, the world. You're still alive."

"She must believe you'll grow right into it"

"...Or sitting on the table of a family that is about to be seperated."

"All my fault, you say...? What fault? I daresay it's all thanks to me."

"The sunlight was just overwhelming, that's all."

"So that ▊▊▊▊▊ may forgive me... even a little."

"Forgive yourself. Humanity is a weak hypothesis, after all. An unbalanced equation... an imperfect angle. We sow the seeds of our ruin, and seek to deny its reckoning. We make mountains of our mistakes, monsters of our misdeeds. We slip and stumble, we fail and we falter. And yet, in each of us, a hopeful light, holding fast against the hellish shadows that gather between our good intentions."

"Faith is bound to be challenged by irony."

"Honed is the blade that severs the villain's head. Endless is the path that leads him from hell. "

"Being happy means to eat, and grow, and sleep."