Life

Become major, Paul. Live like a hero. That's what the classics teach us. Be a main character. Otherwise what is life for?

Sometimes darknessis the beauty I am made of—.

I wasn't safe. I wasn't permanent. My life was a fiction I had created, like an alien who comes to earth and tries to pass as human. The affections of my friends meant nothing to me, directed, as they were, toward a person who wasn't there. There was nobody home.

Everything changed, and eleven months later, here I was in the middle of the night with a gungho major, playing secret agent, hoping some Frenchie didn't put a bullet in my skull before I gave the Germans and Italians their chance.

Before I disappear behind the door, I stop and turn around to look at him.

If life was fair ... One third of the people would comprise of judges and lawyers ... One third of police and prison officials ... And one third of legislators ... And one third more to make the other three thirds make any sense at all .... Thank goodness for no fair.

We don’t have time, we just have a moment in time.

People just assume that if you're famous, you're in Hollywood.

I can do a good roast with my eyes closed. I'm amazing with gravy. That's my speciality even other people ask me to do gravy at their house. I'm very proud of my gravy.

You're taught from the day you start medical school that you're a god, that you can have power over life and death. So when your life starts to crumble, and the highest power you see is looking back in the mirror - and you know that power is flawed - it is very hard to get past that.

The things you didn't receive added value to your life, the same as did the things you received. Life had holes. Life was still beautiful.

Daring life, graceful living.

...I have to admit that I've ... Always felt burdened by nostalgia, by a desire to stop time, to recapture things that have been lost. A sense that everything, absolutely everything, is on a journey from which there's no return.

He couldn't be more than forty-five, but Murray Miles was stooped, old before his time. The mountains of Alberta had the ability to bend those who lived here.That, or it broke them.

You can get the monkey off your back, but the circus never leaves town.

Remember we're all in this alone.

The vertical manThough we value noneBut the horizontal one.

Forget about weird Boy and move on.

We sometimes have to experience pain for us to have a story to tell.

I don’t think I was strong in life. Now it seems like I loved every moment, thatevery breath was charmed and crisp.