Take one story, viewed from two different angles. It is the same day, the same moment, but one angle ends happily... and the other ends badly.

I often find that I rock back and forth with a beat in my head constantly. If i stop rocking, it usually means I've hit a snag in my writing.

There is no such thing as 'too late' in life.

Everything man does today to be efficient, to fill the hour? It does not satisfy. It only makes him hungry to do more. Man wants to own his existence. But no one owns time.

We’re gonna make up for that. We’re gonna live a long time together.

Tension of opposites.

I know I cannot undo this. None of us can undo what we’ve done, or relive a life already recorded.