Life is always going to be stranger than fiction, because fiction has to be convincing, and life doesn't.

We wrapped our dreams in words and patterned the words so that they would live forever, unforgettable.

You mourn, for it is proper to mourn. But your grief serves you; you do not become a slave to grief. You bid the dead farewell, and you continue.

Dreams are hopes, and echoes of hope.

It's not what I'd want for at my funeral. When I die, I just want them to plant me somewhere warm. And then when the pretty women walk over my grave I would grab their ankles, like in that movie.

Really, he thought, if you couldn't trust a poet to offer sensible advice, who could you trust?

When you dream, sometimes you remember. When you wake, you always forget.