Life

I am a continuation like the rain is the continuation of the cloud.

We strive toward the middle, and we run from ourselves.

When a bookworm finally decides to leave the house, perhaps to explore some literary destination in one of her novels, she will be surprised to know that there is a volatile, often antagonistic force in the real world known as the weather.

When the lost doesn’t want to be found, he cannot be regarded as the lost!

We who are immortal, we are chained to this life by a chain of gold, and we dare not sever it for fear of what lies beyond the drop.

Beth from accountingis just sitting in her careating spaghetti.

The silence broke:'Sometimes I liked it', I said 'Sometimes I liked it that she was dead.'You mean it felt good?'No. I don't know. It felt ... Pure.

I always envisioned myself having a traditional and elegant wedding.

At that time, I often thought that if I had had to live in the trunk of a dead tree, with nothing to do but look up at the sky flowing overhead, little by little I would have gotten used to it.

Disaster was an avalanche, gathering speed with such acceleration that you worried more about getting out of its path, not finding the pebble at its center.

He rarely saw a doorway without advancing through it as if he owned it. Since he owned a good many doorways, he would have pointed out that this was a reasonable assumption.

Cole, for Christ's sake, will you stop staring at me like I'm beefcake of the month?

Bernier turned in her chair, smiled, and shook their hands. Dana’s heart skipped a beat as she stood inches away from one of New York’s most glamorous and adored women.

Kenny rested his hand on my leg, patting it delicately. His thoughts staying just that, thoughts, as we drove in silence, back to my prison of paradise, back to the one place I knew I could be happy, yet miserable, all in the same day.

Hell is more bearable than nothingness.

She had needed kindness before, and had received none. Now it was too late, and she did not know what to do with it.

If where you are is worthwhile then where you are from doesn't matter.

It changes you for ever, but you are changing for ever anyway.

We need society, and we need solitude also, as we need summer and winter, day and night, exercise and rest.

What use was time to those who'd soon achieve Digital Immortality?