Something inside me had dropped away, and nothing came in to fill the cavern.

When you see runners in town is easy to distinguish beginners from veterans. The ones panting are beginners; the ones with quiet, measured breathing are the veterans. Their hearts, lost in thought, slowly tick away time. When we pass each other on the road, we listen to the rhythm of each other's breathing, and sense the way the other person is ticking away the moments.

Open your eyes, train your ears, use your head. If a mind you have, then use it while you can.

I wasn't particularly afraid of death itself. As Shakespeare said, die this year and you don't have to die the next.

People soon get tired of things that aren't boring, but not of what is boring.

But if you knew you might not be able to see it again tomorrow, everything would suddenly become special and precious, wouldn’t it?

The dead will always be dead, but we have to go on living.