The cat jumps up on the bed and tries to get onto my head. It's his way of telling whether or not i'm dead. If i'm not, he wants to be scratched; if i am - he'll think of something

For if the world treats you well, Sir, you come to believe you are deserving of it.

To live in prison is to live without mirrors. To live without mirrors is to live without the self.

Fatigue is here, in my body, in my legs and eyes. That is what gets you in the end. Faith is only a word, embroidered.

I suppose these deadlines we set for ourselves are really a way of saying we appreciate time, and want to use all of it.

I don't know why they are all so eager to be remembered. What good will it do them? There are some things that should be forgotten by everyone, and never spoken of again.

Touch comes before sight, before speech. It is the first language and the last, and it always tells the truth.