I don't know much more than I did when I was alive. Most of the stuff I know now that I didn't know then I can't put into words.

There are so many places we have not yet seen. So many people still to meet.

I would read. I would explore

There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.

On the whole, stories don't write themselves.

Any view of things that is not strange, is false.

You are young, and in love. Every young man in your position is the most miserable young man who ever lived.