We must have the stubbornness to accept our gladness in the ruthless furnace of this world.

Everyone forgets Icarus also flew.

I'm vain enough to think that I've made a successful life. I've had everything I've ever wanted. You can't beat that.

Suddenly this defeat. This rain. The blues gone gray And the browns gone gray And yellow A terrible amber. In the cold streets Your warm body. In whatever room Your warm body. Among all the people Your absence The people who are always Not you. I have been easy with trees Too long. Too familiar with mountains. Joy has been a habit. Now Suddenly This rain.

Being alive is so extraordinary I don’t know why people limit it to riches, pride, security—all of those things life is built on. People miss so much because they want money and comfort and pride, a house and a job to pay for the house. And they have to get a car. You can’t see anything from a car. It’s moving too fast. People take vacations. That’s their reward—the vacation. Why not the life?

The heart lies to itself because it must.

Why do so manysettle for so little? I don't understand why they're not greedy for what's inside them.