Life

They can do without architecture who have no olives nor wines in the cellar.

The entirety of his life to this point had merely been to prepare him for what he was to do next: bring hope to the hopeless and joy to the joyless. He would serve mankind by reminding them every year that a King had been born who had died for thier sins.

When I realized that my home was completely filled with a biologically toxic radio wave field, I decided that the best route forward was to milk the home for all of the biological research that I could possibly produce from it!

While appreciating the beauty around her, Eden considered the darkness that lay ahead.

I have an idea for a new book. It's a novel about a beautiful yet sensitive author whose spirit is crushed by her domineering editor. Do you like it?

When mortals discuss about the eternity,conclusively it will be a lifetime discussion.

They're a group called The Spirit-crushers and their leader is known as The Almighty Spirit-crusher.

We threw ourselves at that wild river every day and most days it tossed us all harmlessly skyward like well-loved children. After a while that does something to you.

Bring to me, it said, continual proof / you've been alive.

I’ve lived in this world a long time, and you can’t change what you like, even if you’d want to.

Live to start your stupid ideas, and start to live a life without regret--a life filled with meaning, freedom, happiness, fun, authenticity, and influence.

Don’t be so vain to think that you ruined me,that you wrecked me,destroyed me.I am the only one who has the power to do that.—Amanda Helm,.

Only the road and the dawn, the sun, the wind, and the rain,And the watch fire under stars, and sleep, and the road again.

I have no idea why I write. The old standards are: I like to express my feelings, stretch my imagination, earn money.

I can hold a cup of sake on a full moon in Japan, and the reflection of the moon in that little cup can make me feel so enthusiastic about beauty. That one good, magical moment can give me enough to create other things like the teardrop earring or necklace.

I hope I leave this world gracefully, like a pilgrim slips from the back of his donkey at the end of a long ride, like a traveler disembarks from an airplane that has carried him across a great ocean.

And the only sign of life is the ticking of the pen, introducing characters to memory like old friends.

He'd lived so long in anticipation of his own death that to contemplate his future was like standing at the edge of a cliff, staring into a vertiginous rush of open sky.

You told me onceabout how they usedto build whole city statesout of poemshow everything you see hereis made out ofthe bones of dreamshow having a stiffdrink with lorca meantyou had to writeeverything down right awaylately the words justwon’t come.

I have a lot of objects in my space, little things, reminders, memories.