Every hundred feet the world changes
If life is misery, why do we endure it?
There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists.
We're artists too, but we do a good job hiding it, don't we?
The truth is we never stop being children, terrible children covered in sores and knotty veins and tumors and age spots, but ultimately children, in other words we never stop clinging to life because we are life.
…I realized my happiness was artificial. I felt happy because I saw the others were happy and because I knew I should feel happy, but I wasn't really happy.