For a while" is a phrase whose length can't be measured.At least by the person who's waiting.

There had to be something wrong with my life. I should have been born a Yugoslavian shepherd who looked up at the Big Dipper every night.

I am here, alone, at the end of the world. I reach out and touch nothing.”.

There has to be pain. That's the rule.

Exhaustion pays no mind to age or beauty. Like rain and earthquakes and hail and floods.

You can’t look too far ahead. Do that and you’ll lose sight of what you’re doing and stumble. I’m not saying you should focus solely on the details right in front of you, mind you. You’ve got to look ahead a bit or else you’ll bump into something. You’ve got to conform to the proper order and at the same time keep an eye out for what’s ahead. That’s critical, no matter what you’re doing.

The honour of physical decline is waiting, and you have to get used to that reality.