I had a very high-grade publisher tell me I was incapable of writing a memoir.
No life is a waste. The only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we're alone.
Man wants to own his existence. But no one owns time.
Small towns are like metronomes; with the slightest flick, the beat changes.
Parents rarely let go of their children, so children let go of them. They move on. They move away.
As long as we can love each other, and remember the feeling of love we had, we can die without ever really going away.