Live it up so you can write it down.

I was blown up while we were eating cheese.

It was strange how easy being tired enough made it.

Perhaps wars weren't won anymore. Maybe they went on forever. Maybe it was another Hundred Years' War.

For her everything was red, orange, gold-red from the sun on the closed eyes, and it all was that color, all of it, the filling, the possessing, the having, all of that color, all in a blindness of that color." - Ernest Hemingway.

In the morning there was a big wind blowing and the waves were running high up on the beach and he was awake a long time before he remembered that his heart was broken.

You know I don't love any one but you. You shouldn't mind because some one else loved me.