She was like a drowning person, flailing, reaching for anything that might save her. Her life was an urgent, desperate struggle to justify her life.

It has shown me that everything is illuminated in the light of the past. It is always along the side of us...on the inside, looking out.

There's nothing wrong with not understanding yourself.

I want an infinitely blank book and the rest of time......why didn't I learn to treat everything like it was the last time, my greatest regret is how much I believed in the future.

If we were to one day encounter a form of life more powerful and intelligent than our own, and it regarded us as we regard fish, what would be our argument against being eaten?

...people with nothing to declare carry the most.

No father knows that he is carrying his son up the stairs for the final time

We spent our lives making livings.

[...]It is as if after surviving so much, there was no longer reason to survive.