Sometimes thinking back on things is a mistake arising out of pride, but I guess you live inside a moment for years, move with it and feel it grow, and it sends out roots until it touches everything in sight.

The luxury of age was the giving up of vanity.

Ultimately, you can only ever write what you know. It's logically and philosophically impossible to write what you don't know.

The point of flight. To get rid of oneself. That was reason enough to fly.

Pain is not wat you get, it is wat you give.

Let this be a lesson to us all, said the preacher. You will be walking someday in the dark and the truth will come shining through, and behind you will be a life that you never want to see again.

He said to me once that most of the time people use the word love as just another way to show off they're hungry. The way he said it went something like: Glorify their appetites.