Time makes us pointless.
She had grown accustomed to people's responses to her. Many of them assumed that there was a polar choice between marriage and work and that the more enthusiastically she had embraced her job, the mor...
. . she read with undifferentiated glee . . .
That's what opium does to suffering: makes it of hypothetical interest only.
I know. I was there. I saw the great void in your soul, and you saw mine.
There is only one life; it is therefore perfect.
I don't like being rumbled, I like to be invisible.
All my life I had lived on the presumption that there was no existence beyond... flesh, the moment of being alive... then nothing. I had searched in superstition... But there was nothing. Then I heard...
A romantic is someone who believes that something is valuable even if it doesn't last. And a non-romantic is someone who says that if something doesn't endure, or can't be logically proved and pinned...
The thought of all that happiness was hard to bear. What's the point of happiness when all it does is throw the facts of dying into clear relief?
You can't recall someone whose name has worn away.
Have you ever been lonely? No, neither have I. Solitary, yes. Alone, certainly. But lonely means minding about being on your own. I've never minded about it.
Grief is a peculiar emotion.
At such moments of extreme panic and anguish you do manage that trick with time: you are at last free from the illusion that time is linear.In panic, time stops: past, present and future exist as a si...
There is nothing more sir, than to love and be loved.
I've missed you, Frank.''I haven't breathed since you left.
I think closeness to death would be pretty exhilarating in a way, and friendship, yeh, and selflessness, a kind of selflessness, a sense of your own worthlessness, I think, is pretty exhilarating.
Now I see my children and I know that they are figures in a lantern show, that their sense of permanence is an illusion, because all around us time is unstoppable.
It was entirely silent and I tried to breathe its peace.
I wonder what it's like to be dead.