Life

I wondered how much time they'd spent practicing entrances like this one, smoothing away their rough edges and rendering them brief but potent expressions of effortless grace. I decided to stop thinking about it, and just be grateful that there was no circumstance, however, unlikely, that could put me in their place.

Capture the moment. It is your only sacred-memory.

You go into the office and take a book or two from the shelves. You read a few lines, like your life depended on reading 'em right. But you know your life doesn't depend on anything that makes sense, and you wonder where in the hell you got the idea it did; and you begin to get sore.

Maybe it's true that life begins at fifty. But everything else starts to wear out, fall out, or spread out.

You were sick, but now you're well again, and there's work to do.

I was woken by a shell-burst in the trench of sleep. Heart skipping, with eyes fighting light, my thoughts sprang up like a field of starlings startled by a farmer's gunshot, a thousand separate, autonomous specks that swirled into a single united black shape.

Some wrong eternity that wouldn’t budge, like trying to move a wardrobe or a safe, only to feel how light I was.

Just when the question of how to live had become clearer to him, a new insoluble problem presented itself - Death.

I am going through transformation. I enjoy the different transitions.

Even if you are alive somewhere, the absence of the other person who used to be there beside you obliterates your presence. Everything in the room, even the stars in the sky, can disappear in a second, changing one scene for another, just like in a dream.

Life cannot deny you of what you desired when you are committed to your dreams.

The gracious moment a given time.

No matter what happens I choose to value the memories of the good times, grow from the lessons of the bad times because I don't regret a single moment of it, every detail made me who I am.

If a boat is shattered by a storm, the desperate passengers cling to the floating pieces of the hull. In that moment, it's not a broken boat. To a drowning man, it's a floating miracle.

You really need stitches,' she tells me.'Or you're going to have a scar.' I try not to laugh. Stitches aren't going to help. They fix skin, cuts, wounds, heal stuff on the outside. Everything broken with me is on the inside. 'I can handle scars, especially one's on the outside.

Winter is no stranger to cold hearts.

Words have to die if humans are to live.

The grandeur that was Rome.

All I would say is that when I've been very down or having kind of a tough time in my life, certain films or pieces of music or books have changed that. They've taken me out of a dark place and put me into a more positive one. And I think that if we can do that for people, then it's certainly worth doing.

Mendacity is a system that we live in,' declares Brick. 'Liquor is one way out an'death's the other.