Lots of different ways to live and lots of different ways to die. But in the end that doesn't make a bit of difference. All that remains is a desert.
Irrepressible curiosity vied with an instinctive fear.
They were each like a mirror for the other, reflecting the changes in themselves.
If you listen to the radio for a whole hour there's maybe one decent song. The rest is mass-produced garbage
I can bear any pain as long as it has meaning.
Sometimes when I think of life, I feel like a piece of driftwood washed up on shore.