At eighteen you don't think about memories, you tell them.

However and wherever we are, we must live as if we will never die.

Separation isnt time or distance its the bridge between us finer than silk thread sharper than swords

Loneliness feels like prison.

The strangest of our powers Is the courage to live Knowing that we will die, Knowing nothing more true.

We'll dive into the earth together. And if one day a wild flower finds water and springs up from that piece of earth, its stem will have two blooms for sure: one will be you, the other me.

That's how it goes, my friend. The problem is not falling a captive, it's how to avoid surrender.

When the light of the star which flows into my eyes as a drop of gold first pierced the darkness in space, there was not a single eye on earth looking at the sky.

Looking at this insolent earth, you hear the first battle cry of our species- trap it under a rock and together, screaming, attack and destroy it, as if killing a mammoth.

The life of man is long, perhaps longer than necessary Or perhaps it is shorter than necessary?

At eighteen you sleep without memories.

We are all blessed, but there are people who have special favor and grace with God

We are never more fully alive, more completely ourselves, or more deeply engrossed in anything, than when we are at play.

I believe that before all else I am a reasonable human being, just as you are--or, at all events, that I must try and become one.

By the very nature of satire or parody, you have to love and respect your target and respect it enough to understand every aspect of it, so you can more effectively make fun of it.

I told you I was trouble, you know that I'm no good.

Be prepared for negative responses sometimes. It doesn't have anything to do with you. It's just sometimes you're not the right look, or you're not really what they were envisioning.

We are never in search of things, but always in search of the search.

Sinfully acquired wealth may remain for ten years; in the eleventh year it disappears with even the original stock.

How can the unknown merit reverence?

His smile was bright and sweet and hot enough to melt solid steel. "Is this the part where I kiss you?" "If you like." "Oh," he said, "I like.