Sometimes we don't need words. Rather, it's words that need us.

The others in the dorm thought I wanted to be a writer, because I was always alone with a book, but I had no such ambition. There was nothing I wanted to be.

Most human activities are predicated on the assumption that life goes on. If you take that premise away, what is there left?

Maybe the star doesnt even exist any more.Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.

You couldn’t begin to imagine who I am, where I’m going, or what I’m about to do, All of you are trapped here. You can’t go anywhere, forward or back. But I’m not like you. I have work to do. I have a mission to accomplish. And so, with your permission, I shall move ahead.

What I think is this: You should give up looking for lost cats and start searching for the other half of your shadow.

Being alive, if you had to define it, meant emitting a variety of smells.