With each passing moment I'm becoming part of the past. There is no future for me, just the past steadily accumulating.

Time expands, then contracts, all in tune with the stirrings of the heart.

My arm was not what she needed, but the arm of someone else. My warmth was not what she needed, but the warmth of someone else.

Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?

The sad truth is that certain types of things can't go backward. Once they start going forward, no matter what you do, they can't go back the way they were. If even one little thing goes awry, then that's how it will stay forever.

I'm in no position to hand down any advice," he said, "but there's a rule I follow when I don't know what to do." "A rule?" "If you have to choose between something that has form and something that doesn't, go for the one without form. That's my rule. Whenever I run into a wall I follow that rule, and it always works out. Even if it's hard going at the time.

No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself.