What is plucked will grow again, What is slain lives on, What is stolen will remain-- What is gone is gone.

But I still feel I waste a lot of time leaning on my elbow and thinking to myself, 'alright sucker, now what?'

..no meal is good enough to justify all the money and effort wasted in preparing it. It is an illusion and an expense. Live as I do, undeceived.

The unicorn halted in her slow, desperate round of the cage, realizing for the first time that the magician understood her speech. He smiled, and she saw that his face was frighteningly young for a grown man-untraveled by time, unvisited by grief or wisdom. "I know you," he said.

I am infected with life and will die of it in time.

They know these mornings well and love them desperately because they cannot last - these people who know that nothing lasts.

Her face was a stranger’s face, which was as it should be. Love each other from the day we are born to the day we die, we are still strangers every minute, and nobody should forget that, even though we have to.