Life

Things that don't matter at all to one person can hurt another so deeply it seems as bad as dying.

You,' she said. She grabbed my wrist and pressed two fingers onto me as if taking my pulse and I stopped breathing. 'I know you. I remember you from my youth. You contain multitudes. There is a crush of experience coursing by you. And you want to take every experience on the pulse.

Edward lives as if there is no tomorrow, Richard as if he wants no tomorrow, and George as though someone should give it to him for free.

I turned and beheld seven rows of plasma screens, each bearing seven vivid scenes, each flickering, each pulsing with a light revealing distant terrors, conflagrations, sufferings - and all thereby brought so close, and all thereby kept far away.

Just like there's always time for pain, there's always time for healing.

Our souls need music, Robert, as our bodies need touch.

Human beings, viewed as behaving systems, are quite simple. The apparent complexity of our behavior over time is largely a reflection of the complexity of the environment in which we find ourselves.

Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.

I watched my friend Eleanor give birth,' she said. 'Once you've seen a child born, you realize a baby's not much more than a reconstituted ham and cheese sandwich. Just a little anagram of you and what you've been eating for nine months.

We’re not dead yet, so don’t talk to us like we’re about to be.

Our relationship was toxic. He was slowly poisoning me. I was slowly poisoning him.

You have two choices in life...Choice one is to be the same and be like everyone else...Choice two is to be yourself and be a difference-maker.

The Game gives you a Purpose. The Real Game is, to Find a Purpose.

Perhaps they never die at all. I quite believe that myself, and it is a comfort, don't you think? That there is a place where no one ever grows old?

The light shines brightly in the darkness.

Let's hope I never end up on a deserted island, because I could never make a decision on which three CDs to take with me.

The deeper into this chapter in my life I get, the fainter the hum of crucifixion becomes.

The world is not what it is supposed to be. We are tragically off course.

I'm afraid concerts spoil people for everyday life.

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause.