Is action merely the incidental product of thought, or is thought the consequential product of action?

I don’t know what it means to live.

What we see before us is just one tiny part of the world. We get in the habit of thinking, this is the world, but that's not true at all. The real world is a much darker and deeper place than this, and much of it is occupied by jellyfish and things.

I want to believe you, but if that's true, I just don't get it. Why does loving somebody mean you have to hurt them just as much? I mean, if that's the way it goes, what's the point of loving someone?

Is this what it means to go back to square one? Most likely. He had nothing left to lose, other than his life.

It takes years to build up, it takes moments to destroy.

I had my jazz club and I had enough money. So I didn't have to write for my living.