Life

If you aren’t ready, you spend your whole life perseverating on that one situation, getting it wrong time and again. I like to think I am a woman who learns her lesson, but the trick is that you can only ever understand your life backwards, but you live it forward.

The dwarf’s eyes widened—at least I think they widened, since they became much more visible in his hairy face—and he froze.“Would you prefer to retrieve the missive yourself, M’lady Wisp?” he asked.“I’d rather not,” I said. No way was I touching some strange dude’s vest, no matter how impressive his beard.

I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come.' Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out.

Just as chillingly as Manuel took police to the spot where he had buried 17-year-old Isabella Cooke, it was reminiscent of this when Brady took police to Saddleworth Moor in Yorkshire, when he and Hindley were flown there by helicopter to walk on the graves of more victims.

The events of life are unrepeatable.

How can this be real?” I whispered. “I mean you... You... Where you come from. Your world. It is so beyond everything I've ever known. And you would... You would take me to the Pumpkin Ball?”“Try and stop me.

We might be all alone in the world, en effet, but that doesn't mean we have to be lonely.

A day of Rest is always needed.

Almost anything at all can be transmuted into a labyrinth.

The future belongs to those who procreate.

Inside, my soul became so cold I hated everything. I even despised the sun, for I knew I would never be able to play in its warm presence. I cringed with hate whenever I heard other children laughing, as they played outside. My stomach coiled whenever I smelled food that was about to be served to somebody else, knowing it wasn't for me.

Only so much of life do I know as I have lived.

It's not that people don't know when they'll die. It's that they don't seem to know they'll die.

Everyone helping out was supposed to make me feel better, but it actually made me feel more like a screw up.

You're not gay, are you?'Simon's greenish color deepened. 'If I were, I would dress better.

If I dream under a moonlit night, should it vanish with the brightness of the morning sun?

Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up.

Yesterday is ashes tomorrow wood. Only today does the fire burn brightly.

It is the gift of stories that most repays life among settled people.

I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you, and that you will work them, water them with your blood and tears and laughter 'til they bloom, 'til you yourself burst into bloom.