I may be the type who manages to grab all the pointless things in life but lets the really important things slip away.

I've been running a full marathon every year for more than 20 years, and my record is getting worse. Getting older, getting worse. It's natural.

sometimes i'd wake up at two or three in the morning and not be able to fall asleep again. i'd get out of bed, go to the kitchen, and pour myself a whiskey. glass in hand, i'd look down at the darkened cemetary across teh way and the headlights of the cars on the road. the moments of time linking night and dawn were long and dark. if i could cry, it might make things easier. but what would i cry over? i was too self centered to cry for other people, too old to cry for myself.

Generally, people who are good at writing letters have no need to write letters. They've got plenty of life to lead inside their own context.

Life: I'll never understand it.

I couldn't tell wether the hole that opened up inside me was from missing you or from the change of season

I've always liked libraries. They're quiet and full of books and full of knowledge.