I believe it doesn't matter what it is, as long as you can find something concrete to keep you busy while you are living your meaningless life.

Sometimes when she told stories about the past her eyes would get teary from all the memories she had, but they weren't tears. She wasn't crying. They were just the memories, leaking out.

I have a pretty good memory, but memories are time beings, too, like cherry blossoms or ginkgo leaves; for a while they are beautiful, and then they fade and die.

Life is fleeting. Don't waste a single moment of your precious life. Wake up now! And now! And now!

The past is weird. I mean, does it really exist ? It feels like it exists, but where is it ? And if it did exists, but doesn’t now, then where did it go ?

There are many answers, none of them right, but some of them most definitely wrong.

But in the time it takes to say now, now is already over. It's already then.

You never know who it's going to be, or what they'll bring, but whatever it is, it's always exactly what is needed.

The wondrous thing about nature, her gift to us, is her wanton promiscuity. She reproduces herself with abandon, with teeming infinite generosity.

Everything in the universe is constantly changing, and nothing stays the same, and we must understand how quickly time flows by if we are to wake up and truly live our lives.

When I start writing novels, I go into them with a spirit of inquiry, rather than to substantiate prejudices I had in the beginning. If you don't do that, you can't write good characters.

It doesn’t matter your area of calling, you can invest quality time into it, you will definitely become the best and that will buy you greatness.

Why has government been instituted at all? Because the passions of man will not conform to the dictates of reason and justice without constraint.

I have no idea why my mom picked Bob, and I've never asked her. My name used to get slaughtered all the time by other people. I was 'Desmond' or 'Damon' or 'Demon.' So Bob's cool.

Marking a book is literally an experience of your differences or agreements with the author. It is the highest respect you can pay him.

Such is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind.

Drink your fill when the jar is first opened, and when it is nearly done, but be sparing when it is half-empty; it's a poor savingwhen you come to the dregs.

It is useless, after all, to complain against inexorable reality.

James Dean's death had a profound effect on me. The instant I heard about it, I vomited. I don't know why.

I try to view the challenges in my life not as annoyances, but as confirmations of fortitude.

If the ends don't justify the means, then what does?