At least he never walked.

Some people can work their butts off and never get what they're aiming for while others can get it without any effort at all.

Rousseau defined civilizations as when people build fences.

We knew exactly what we wanted in each other. And even so, it ended. One day it stopped, as if the film simply slipped off the reel.

I find myself thinking about my ongoing existence as a human being and the path that lies ahead of me. Though of course these thoughts lead to but one place - death.

But if you peeled away the ornamental egos that she had built, there was only an abyss of nothingness and the intense thirst that came with it.

It's just like sex; when [a book is] finished, it's finished.