Better to be a first-class matchbox than a second-class match.

While they're still alive, people can become ghosts.

If you try to use your head to think about things, people don't want to have anything to do with you

No one could say how long that life would last. Whatever has form can disappear in an instant.

Like you're riding a train at night across some vast plain, and you catch a glimpse of a tiny light in a window of a farmhouse. In an instant it's sucked back into the darkness behind and vanishes. But if you close your eyes, that point of light stays with you, just barely for a few moments.

I realize now that the reality of things is not something you convey to people but something you make.

My biggest fault is that the faults I was born with grow bigger each year.