Life

It's hard to say what I want my legacy to be when I'm long gone.

The memory of everything is very soon overwhelmed in time.

Without literature, life is hell.

Oh how daily life is. (Ah que la vie est quotidienne.).

With every step we take we have a choice to make. Our choices determine our actions. Our actions determine who we are.

If you think something is missing in your life, it is probably YOU...

Youth will be served.

Something ... Made him feel small, not in the way of orphans or beggars or children, but in a good way. In the way of souls.

When I die, I want people to play my music, go wild and freak out and do anything they want to do.

We are creatures of rage and madness and bitter tears and we knew that from the start. Our end was disaster and we knew that from the start. We knew it all from the start.

We’re naked under our clothes; we both know what it’s like to need to fart and hold it in, or not be able to get a hard-on, or worry that a bloke across the room might be looking at your bird and you might have to fight him but he looks well hard.

That she was now more tired and forgetful, while able to do three times what she had been able to do when she was somewhat less tired and forgetful but also stressed, guilty, grouchy, and overwhelmed, seemed a small price to pay.

Cut off as I am, it is inevitable that I should sometimes feel like a shadow walking in a shadowy world. When this happens I ask to be taken to New York City. Always I return home weary but I have the comforting certainty that mankind is real flesh and I myself am not a dream.

You can't change the past, you know? You can't change who you were, but you can change who you're going to be.

Early on, I played one or two disturbed people, and I guess I must have been good at it, because it stuck. But, you know, I'm a regular guy. I stay home a lot, I make an effort to keep a distance from the whole social thing, the openings, the parties. I try to live in a calm way.

I have a vision of a Galaxy overrun by mankind from Core to rim. Of four hundred billion stars each enslaved to the rhythm of Earth's day, Earth's year. I have a vision of a trillion planets pulsing to the beat of a human heart.

Wives?' she asked, interrupting him. For a moment, he had assumed she was tuning to the novel. Then he saw her waiting, suspicious eyes, so he replied cautiously, 'None active,' as if wives were volcanoes.

The most precious thing I have to give is my time.

I always wondered if they’d change you.

Life is funny...We never know what's in store for us and time brings on what is meant to be.