Rags & Bones: New Twists on Timeless Tales

People change spouses more often than they clean out closets. And every time they say, 'This is the one. This is the person I'm going to spend eternity with.' Then forty or fifty years go by and you're just sick of each other, utterly sick, and it's on to the next 'true love.' My question is what good is eternity if you are eternally falling in and out of love?

The problem is, no matter how far or fast you drive, you can’t leave yourself behind. And if you can’t feel at home in your own head, where can you?

What is life without death, Beneficent? You of all people can answer that question. A never-ending orgy of emptiness that you stuff with meaningless activity. Everything is disposable, including your relationships--especially your your relationships.

I reckon we all have to play different parts for different people. Sometimes I think the only time we can really be ourselves is when we’re all alone with nobody to disappoint.

You're mortal, and only a mortal can afford to be romantic. When we conquered death, we murdered love.