Things do not happen, we must make them happen

We are always tortured by our memory of the last time we were with anyone, what we said, what we did not say.

To love someone is to catch your breath whenever he walks in the room.

It is only when our fate hangs in the balance, when our very life depends on something, that we see whether or not we trust that the rope to which we are clinging will support us. If we do not, then we let of of the ledge and swing on it with our full weight.

What is one person's diversion may be another's supreme test.

Now I felt the long-forgotten urgency of lovemaking, when it seems one's human selves leave, to be replaced by hungry beasts bolting their food. Gone are the civilized beings who talk of manners and journeys and letters; in their places are two bodies straining to give birth to a burst of inhuman pleasure followed by a great, floating nothingness. An explosion of life followed by death - in this we live, and in this we foreshadow our own sweet deaths.

In my experience, there are two things that no one will admit to: having no sense of humor and being susceptible to flattery.