Life

She was always left feeling like a murderer. Because the messenger becomes the murderer. Until the fatal words are spoken, the loved one concerned is still alive, waking, sleeping, going about his business, making telephone calls, writing letters, going for walks, breathing, seeing. It was the telling that killed.

Want coffee?' I asked, as I headed that way.'It's three thirty in the morning.'Okay. Want coffee?

Now I know I'm not broken,For the stars within my soul,Have just built constellations,To keep me feeling whole.

Nothing amazes me anymore.

But something he'd come to realize on the roof, leaning out, thinking about what would happen if he leaned too far, was that a boy's life could still matter to himself.

You are whole today, looking back at fragments of the past. Such a hollow foundation for such a powerful person.

Somewhere on the Earth tonight, my Tylla, there is a Man with a Lever, which, when he pulls it, Will Save The World. The man is now unemployed. His switch gathers dust. He himself plays pinochle.

She told herself that she was happy to meet her executioner.

Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.

I don't believe in planning for things. I just want them to fall in place, unfold as they like. I never design things. I want films to choose me; I don't choose films.

How had they met? By chance, like everybody else. What were there names? What's it to you? Where were they coming from? From the nearest place. Where were they going? Does anyone really know where they're going?

Living well is the best revenge.

Some of us are born to Run. Some of us are born to Climb. But we are all born to Live.

I joy, that in these straits I see my west;.

Recognizing who you are is not the subtext of a life. It's the main point.

There is, I believe, no person, however insignificant in the world, but, if an account of his life and adventures were committed to paper, would be entertaining in some degree: the follies of our own life, and those we are liable to be drawn into by others, will constantly afford matter for serious reflection.

Your life will always echo your relationship with yourself.

If you keep it,' Daneca says, 'he'll have his claws in you.'Everyone has their claws in me. Everyone.

I have a theory that every time you make an important choice, the part of you left behind continues the other life you could have had. Some people's emanations are very strong, some people create themselves afresh outside of their own body.

I hope you will go out and let stories, that is life, happen to you, and that you will work with these stories... Water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom.