Is love supposed to last throughout all time, or is it like trains changing at random stops. If I loved her, how could I leave her? If I felt that way then, how come I don't feel anything now?
It?s like your batteries get low, and you need to charge them on someone else?s story.
So little time and so little to do.
Think of life as a terminal illness, because, if you do, you will live it with joy and passion, as it ought to be lived.
The real hero is always a hero by mistake; he dreams of being an honest coward like everybody else.
A writer is a person for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people.
'Never put off until tomorrow what you can do today.' Under the influence of this pestilent morality, I am forever letting tomorrow's work slop backwards into today's, and doing painfully and nervously today what I could do quickly and easily tomorrow.