Life

A human has seven litres of blood. This they had taught him in the army. Seven litres, which, with an arterial cut will vent a fountain two or three metres, and take three to four minutes to bleed out.

Each person's heart breaks in it's own way. Every cure will be different, but there are some things we all need. Before anything else, we need to feel safe.

I was just thinking that it would be nice if, for once in a while, life made things easier,” I told him, feeling annoyed. “Why does life have to throw impossible tasks at us all the time for crying out loud?” At hearing my debate, Luna huffed.“Because life’s a bitch,” she growled under her breath, sulking. “That’s why.

Dennis was present, still present, and this, she thought as she stayed landed against him, was no small talent.

They inhabited a lost world of splendour and brutality, a world dominated by religious change, in which there were few saints.

She slammed the door andwas gone.I looked at the closed doorand at the doorknoband strangelyI didn't feelalone.

You know you're getting old when all the names in your black book have M. D. After them.

Pain is the University of Life.

Because books saved my life, literally, I've become close to them.

And sometimes we die to prove that we lived.

I didn't know who I was any longer, so I just was.

You commit a sin of omission if you do not utilize all the power that is within you. All men have claims on man and to the man with special talents this is a very special claim. It is required that a man take part in the actions and clashes of his time than the peril of being judged not to have lived at all.

Of course, if I write a first-person novel about a woman writer, I am inviting every book reviewer to apply the autobiographical label -- to conclude that I am writing about myself. But one must never not write a certain kind of novel out of fear of what the reaction to it will be.

People write about 'How they feel'... 'Where they are now'...

The future ain't what it used to be.

There were a lot of things he could say. 'Son of a bitch!' would have been a good one. Or he could say, 'Welcome to civilization!' He could have said, 'Laugh this one off!' He might have said, 'Fetch!' But he didn’t, because if he had said any of those things then he’d have known that what he had just done was murder.

I think people just think I am crazy because they see me doing stand-up, but I am generally not. I am very sad. I'm one of those guys that lights candles and listens to Rachmaninoff.

Everyone has their heaven.

I was eleven, then I was sixteen. Though no honors came my way, those were the lovely years.

It is not length of life, but depth of life.