That once you throw your life to the winds, you will discover things you had never known before, things that cannot be learned under any other circumstances.
As long as you continue to travel, the nowhere that lies between the here of home and the there of somewhere else will continue to be one of the places where you live.
I chanced upon these words from a letter by Van Gogh: Like everyone else, I feel the need of family and friendship, affection and friendly intercourse. I am not made of iron, like a hydrant or a lamp...
There's hope for everyone. That's what makes the world go round.
لا شيء أكثر رهبة من مواجهة أغراض رجل مات. الأشياء تهمد أيضًا، فمعناها كامنٌ في دورها خلال حياة صاحبها وحسب.
قد تمكن من الإبقاء على مسافة تفصله عن الحياة لكي يتجنب الانغمار في جريانها وسرعة أشيائها.
You must get used to doing with as little as you can. By wantingless, you are content with less, and the less you need, the betteroff you are.
What else we know?Nothing. That´s why we´re sitting together in this car now. Because we´re the same, and because we don´t know a damn thing other than that.
There is also the equal and opposite temptation to look at the world as though it were an extension of the imaginary. [...] Like everyone else, he craves a meaning. Like everyone else his life is so f...
Real love...is when you get as much pleasure from giving pleasure as you do from receiving it.
Once a man begins to recognize himself in another, he can no longer look on that person as a stranger.
More often than not, these attempts at sociability ended in painful silence. His old friends, who remembered him as a brilliant student and wickedly funny conversationalist, were appalled by what had...
MR. BONES KNEW THAT WILLY WASN'T LONG FOR THIS WORLD. The cough had been inside him for over six months, and by now there wasn't a chance in hell that he would ever get rid of it. Slowly and inexorabl...
It was too small a step,somehow, too puny a thing to settle for after having lost somuch. So the courtship continued, and the more Tom came todespise his job, the more stubbornly he defended his own i...
It was a wrong number that started it, the telephone ringing three times in the dead of night, and the voice on the other end asking for someone he was not.
I have come to New York because it is the most forlorn of places, the most abject. The brokenness is everywhere, the disarray is universal. You have only to open your eyes to see it. The broken people...
I doubted that I would be able to sleep. There were too many things to digest, too many images churning in my mind, but the moment my head touched the pillow, I began to lose consciousness. I felt as...
I couldn't imagine myself doing it anymore. It was part of my life that had ended for me, and here was my chance to set out on a fresh course
At fifty-seven, I felt old. Now, at seventy-four, I feel much younger than I did then.
Anything was possible, and just because things happened in one way didn't mean they couldn' t happen in another.