Love and used Subarus were two different things. Weren't they?

I used to think the years would go by in order, that you get older one year at a time. But it's not like that. It happens overnight.

A certain type of perfection can only be realized through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect.

..finally he was just another ant, working and working until he died without meaning.

You have to make an effort to always look at the good side, always think about the good things. Then you've got nothing to be afraid of. If something bad comes up, you do more thinking at that point.

Suicides? Heart attacks? The papers didn't seem interested. The world was full of ways to die, too many to cover. Newsworthy deaths had to be exceptional. Most people go unobserved.

Those were strange days, now that I look back at them. In the midst of life, everything revolved around death.