A man who can take anything will find most things unsatisfying. And a man without memories is just a shell.

There is a time for hello and a time for good-bye. It's why the act of burying thing seems natural, but the act of digging them up does not.

It's the thinking that gets you killed.

All that happens when your dreams come true is a slow, melting realization that it wasn't what you thought.

Shouldn't the world stop? Don't they know what has happened to me?

If you hold back on the emotions--if you don't allow yourself to go all the way through them--you can never get to being detached, you're too busy being afraid. You're afraid of the pain, you're afraid of the grief. You're afraid of the vulnerability that loving entails. But by throwing yourself into these emotions, by allowing yourself to dive in, all the way, over your heard even, you experience them fully and completely.

There is a big confusion in this country over what we want verses what we need...you need food. You want a chocolate sundae.