What on earth can you do on this earth but catch at whatever comes near you, with both your fingers, until your fingers are broken?
I think time is a merciless thing. I think life is a process of burning oneself out and time is the fire that burns you.
If the writing is honest it cannot be separated from the man who wrote it.
How beautiful it is and how easily it can be broken.
The only unforgivable sin is deliberate cruelty.
Death is one moment, and life is so many of them.