Life

In Paris they simply stared when I spoke to them in French I never did succeed in making those idiots understand their own language.

We make fiction because we are fiction ... It lived us into being and it lives us still.

Jealousy is a mortal emotion. One that means I feel I have something to lose--something that, if gone, will tear away a part of me.

I left the bankbecause they wouldn’t deposit my cheque of poems.So I went to the store,but they didn’t acceptmy currency of words.So I boxed all my storiesand took them to charity.But they refused my donation and asked me to give blood instead.I opened the notebooks and made them look, 'What do you think I wrote these in?

If we cannot come together to pause, to respect our dead and the heroic lives of meaning they led, then ours is truly a civilization lost.

You wouldn't believe it. It's like a wonderful nightmare.'Sure,' I said. 'I'd believe anything. Including nightmares.' 'What's the matter? Feel low?'Low as hell.

But that is the way we are made: we don't reason, where we feel; we just feel.

You've left me with a kaleidoscope of broken smiles and shattered dreams.

She fancied herself superiour to her surroundings: surely there were higher things to live for. Yet the ugliness of this room was but a part of what she felt to be the dreariness of all life outside of books.

If all our misfortunes were laid in one common heap, whence every one must take an equal portion, most people would be contented to take their own and depart.

I like playing. I wouldn't be a good coach. I don't have the patience to be a coach.

The art of life is not controlling what happens to us, but using what happens to us.

The poet believed that 'Beauty' first entered the world not at its creation, nor with the first garden, the first sunrise, the birth of the first man and woman and their first sexual act. The poet believed that 'Beauty' entered the world the day the first child blushed.

Pull up a chair. Take a taste. Come join us. Life is so endlessly delicious.

Death is beautiful, part of life... No, it is sad. It’s sad when anyone dies. Even though every single human dies. So it’s really not that sad.

The fucking problem of all and everything is that I just forgot,... The message.

What's your dream and to what corner of the missions world will it take you?

Books and movies, they are not mere entertainment. They sustain me and help me cope with my real life.

We should live and learn but by the time we've learned it's too late to live.

And though she didn’t know it then, whenever her thoughts drifted back toward the past, she would always remember that this was how it all began.