... too much brooding, not enough doing.
People can only be found in what they do.
There are no beginnings, not even to stories. There are only places where you make an entrance into someone else's life and either stay or turn and go away.
He said that in a way being loved is like being told you never have to die.
Time is light, time is dark. You either dance, or you fall.
Nothing so completely verifies our perception of a thing as our killing of it.