Life

A question wells up inside me, a question so big it blocks my throat and makes it hard to breathe. Somehow I swallow it back, finally choosing another. 'Are memories such an important thing?'It depends,' she replies, and closes her eyes. 'In some cases, they're the most important thing there is.

Old photographs are very deceiving, they give us the illusion that we are alive in them, and it's not true, the person we are looking at no longer exists, and if that person could see us, he or she would not recognise him -- or herself in us, 'Who's that looking at me so sadly,' he or she would say.

I believe it went like this—and stop me if I’m wrong, Mousey: ‘Listen, we may not be our own continent and everything, but we have a big country over in America too.

The game of life is a game of boomerangs. Our thoughts, deeds and words return to us sooner or later with astounding accuracy.

I could just remember how my father used to say that the reason for living was to get ready to stay dead a long time.

With dark raven paper and twinkling white ink, I wrote my heart in the night’s sky.

Death, a necessary end, will come when it will come.

I should feel energized and powerful, invulnerable and potent, but all I feel is lost.

Death is a distant rumor to the young.

Ain’t no good ever comes of it, if you ain’t steering yourself.

We cannot see the beauty of life with our eyes closed. Only when we cry with our eyes open can we begin to shed tears of joy.

It is not death that a man should fear he should fear never beginning to live.

You can Live in your Cave OR Dance to your Grave.

Yet the roses are not less lovely for all that.

One night, I lay awake for hours, just terrified. When the dawn finally came up - the comfortable blue sky, the familiar world returning - I could think of no other way to express my relief than through poetry. I made a decision there and then that it was what I wanted to do. Every time I pulled a wishbone, it was what I asked for.

A schoolboy's tale the wonder of an hour.

The past and future are what's complicated. It's the present that's simple.

Twenty to life, she got, with time off for good behavior. You come around next spring. I'll introduce you.

Middle age is when anything new in the way you feel is most likely a symptom.

I wish I could feed my soul just like I feed my hunger.