People fall in love without reason, without even wanting to. You can't predict it. That's love.

There's an essential order you have to follow in everything. It's a way of showing respect, following everything in the correct order.

Curiosity can bring guts out of hiding at times, maybe even get them going. But curiosity usually evaporates. Gust have to go for the long haul. Curiosity's like a fun friend you can't really trust. It turns you on and then it leaves you to make it on your own - with whatever guts you can muster

We heard no other sounds. We met no other people. We saw only two bright red birds leap startled from the center of the meadow and dart into the woods.

With each passing moment I'm becoming part of the past. There is no future for me, just the past steadily accumulating.

As long as I stared at the clock, at least the world remained in motion. Not a very consequential world, but in motion nonetheless. And as long as I knew the world was still in motion, I knew I existed. Not a very consequential existence, but an existence nonetheless. It struck me as wanting that someone should confirm his own existence only by the hands of an electric wall clock. There had to be a more cognitive means of confirmation. But try as I might, nothing less facile came to mind.

It is sometimes necessary for each person. Fill up with delicious food, get drunk, sing loudly and chat frivolously.