They put up with such strenuous training, and where did their thoughts, their hopes and dreams, disappear to? When people pass away, do their thoughts just vanish?
These days I just can't seem to say what I mean [...]. I just can't. Every time I try to say something, it misses the point. Either that or I end up saying the opposite of what I mean. The more I try...
There’s nothing wrong with not looking like something. It just means you don’t fit the stereotype yet.
There's that kind of money in the world. It aggravates you to have it, makes you miserable to spend it, and you hate yourself when it's gone. And when you hate yourself, you feel like spending money....
There are a lot of things that aren’t your fault. Or mine, either. Not the fault of prophecies, or curses, or DNA, or absurdity. Not the fault of Structuralism or the Third Industrial Revolution. We a...
The tricky thing about mazes is that you don't know if you've chosen the right path until the very end. If it turns out you were wrong, it's usually too late to go back and start again. That's the pro...
The surviving human beings there could do nothing but wait for the end to come. They chose different ways to live out their final days. That was the plot.** It was a dark movie offering no hope of sal...
The strength I'm looking for isn't the type where you win or lose. I'm not after a wall that'll repel power coming from outside. What I want is the kind of strength to be able to absorb that kind of p...
The silence grew deeper, so deep that if you listened carefully you might very well catch the sound of the earth revolving on its axis.
The ground we stand on looks solid enough, but if something happens it can drop right out from under you.
The fresh smell of coffee soon wafted through the apartment, the smell that separates night from day.
The body is not the only target of rape. Violence does not always take a visible form, and not all wounds gush blood.
That’s what love’s all about. You’re the only one having those wonderful feelings, but you have to go it alone as you wander through the dark your mind and body have to bear it all. All by yourself.
That's what the world is , after all: an endless battle of contrasting memories.
That's the kind of death that frightens me. The shadow of death slowly, slowly eats away at the region of life, and before you know it everything's dark and you can't see, and the people around you th...
That's how it is with art. Mere humans who root through their refrigerators at three o'clock in the morning are incapable of such writing.
That backpack's like your symbol of freedom, he comments.Guess so, I say.Having an object that symbolizes freedom might make a person happier than actually getting the freedom it represents.Sometimes,...
Thanks to the long days of rain, the blades of grass glowed with a deep-green luster, and they gave off the smell of wildness unique to things that sink their roots into the earth.
Tell me, Doctor, are you afraid of death?I guess it depends on how you die.
Talent can be a nice thing to have sometimes. You look good, attract attention, and if you’re lucky, you make some money. Women flock to you. In that sense, having talent’s preferable to having none....