Life

Our talents are living things, we give birth to them, nourish them till they grow and become immortal.

Move on. Move on.

We live in an age when pizza gets to your home before the police.

The trouble with drowning in the mess of your own life is that you're not in any shape to save anyone else. You can't be a lighthouse when you're underwater yourself.

This was an important part of my life. But it was also sad that we didn't play there, cause we had such alot of fans that were waiting for us and Brazilians are great people. It's now my second home.

Woman cannot survive on droplets, she requires waves to regularly crash over her shores as the moon gives way to the sun...

Self under self, a pile of selves I standThreaded on time, and with metaphysic handLift the farm like a lid and seeFarm within farm, and in the centre, me.

There is a place called ‘heaven’ where the good here unfinished is completed; and where the stories unwritten, and the hopes unfulfilled, are continued. We may laugh together yet.

Life on earth is considered a miracle, but why is other life in the cosmos a difficult concept?

Every day’s to-do list.1.).

Warmth, perfume, rugs, soft lights, books. They do not appease me. I am aware of time passing, of all the world contains that I have not seen, of all the interesting people I have not met.

My memories always clutch my brain to understand the past.

I heaved into being, came out of the stone, the bricks, and other elements, and took form. (Dark City Lights).

Die every night so in the morning you are reborn.

The tragedy of life is not death, but fearing to live, allowing parts of us to wilt and die instead of flower and rejoice.

...It struck her, this was tragedy-- not palls, dust, and the shroud; but children coerced, their spirits subdued.

To feel completely alone and isolated leads to mental disintegration just as physical starvation leads to death.

A live broke man is 'luckier' than a dead rich man.

The coffee is not strong enough to keep me awake.

From key signature to coda, from downbeat to the sound of life's final fermata, our pasts set the tone for all that was, that is, and that ever would be.