Just remember, life is a box of cookies.
Person A understand Person B because the time is right for that to happen, not because Person B wants to be understood by Person A.
Just speak your mind honestly. That’s the best thing. It may hurt a little sometimes, and someone may get upset, but in the long run, it’s for the best.
The pain I imagine is worse than the actual pain.
There’s only one kind of happiness, but misfortune comes in all shapes and sizes.
The people who build high, strong fences are the ones who survive the best. You deny that reality only at the risk of being driven into the wilderness yourself...
The sad truth is that what I could recall in five seconds all too soon needed ten, then thirty, thena full minute...
Trouble is we end up being worse at saying things well. It’s got to be an inborn fault. Naturally, everyone’s got faults. My biggest fault is that the faults i was born with grow bigger each year.
Becoming a different person might be hard, but taking on a different name is a cinch.
Si no quieres acabar en un manicomio, abre tu corazon y abandonate al curso natural de la vida.
As soon as I sat down across from her, she ordered me to put the entire contents of my pants pockets on the table. I did as I was told, saying nothing. My reality seemed to have left me and was now wandering around nearby. I hope it can find me, I thought.
Opera lovers may be the narrowest people in the world.
Pills and fortune-telling and dieting: nobody can stop her when it comes to any of those things.
The weather service reported that there weren’t any atmospheric conditions present that might have led to fish raining from the sky.
But no one was asking me. I was here to do a job, and gray steel lockers or pale peach jukebox was no business of mine.
I watched the moon alone, unable to share his cold beauty with anyone.
There are some things in this world that can be done over, and some that can’t. And time passing is one thing that can’t be redone. Come this far, and you can’t go back.
No, we weren’t lovers, but in a way we had opened ourselves to each other even more deeply than lovers do. The thought caused me a good deal of grief. What a terrible thing it is to wound someone you really care for – and to do it so unconsciously.
I miss you something awful sometimes, but in general I go on living with all the energy I can muster.
I see many people who disguise themselves. I know some people who say, “I’m an artist, I’m very creative, I’m different from ordinary people.” But I don’t believe those people. I like to see the strangeness or weirdness in ordinary people or ordinary scenery or ordinary, everyday life.