Time's arrow, we are told, is a one-way thing ... Memory's arrow, like the needle of a compass too close to a lodestone, spins in all directions. 
The things that matter don't necessarily make sense. 
There were times when it seemed the different parts of him where not all under the same management. 
Love me or I will kick you very hard. 
Is there an existence that is only mine? 
Explorers have to be ready to die lost. 
Navigare necesse est. Vivere non est necesse.' I've 
Our woal life is a idear we dint think of nor we dont know what it is. 
When you suffer an attack of nerves you're being attacked by the nervous system. What chance has a man got against a system? 
What I am is tired of jam.
Have you paused to consider that there is no way out? Each way out of one situation necessarily being the way into another situation. 
We've tried the other way; we've tried making both things and people It, and we've seen the results. 
Shamans wear bird costumes and they fly. Somehow they experience flying. 
I believe that most of us would like to be thought well of by horses. 
A turtle doesn't have to decide every morning whether to keep on bothering, it just carries on. Maybe that's why man kills everything: envy. 
Destiny is not to be trifled with. Do not commit the tragic error of satisfying present appetite at the cost of future fulfilment 
Words have a life; without response they die. 
We make fiction because we are fiction ... It lived us into being and it lives us still. 
If reality had a stage door I'd hang around there to see what comes out after the show. 
More and more I'm aware that the permutations are not unlimited. 
But more and more I think that madness is the world's natural condition and to expect anything else is madness compounded. 
O yes youwl want to think on that you dont want your mouf to walk you where your feet dont want to go. 
But when I don't smoke I scarcely feel as if I'm living. I don't feel as if I'm living unless I'm killing myself. 
Jachin-Boaz was at the age called middle life, but he did not believe that he had as many years ahead of him as he had behind him. 
Time's arrow points one way only. Even the moment just past cannot be returned to. 
Yes thats what I done you sorry sods I over the fents and off with the dogs... 
It may happen to me at any time that everything will be just what it is, with no stories in anything. 
Life is a process of one goneness after another. 
The silence sat down with them like an invisible creature with its finger to its lips. 