“All that running and getting nowhere, he thought. Story of my life.”

“A well-thought-out story doesn’t need to resemble real life. Life itself tries with all its might to resemble a well-crafted story.”

““I wonder,” he thought, “is it worth getting myself crushed in that crowd just to save my life? Is it worth getting all frustrated and angry, lowering myself to their level, pushing and shoving with all the rest, fighting like a common animal, just to stay alive?” He smiled ruefully. “It always comes to the simple question: what is more important, life or self-respect?””

“Oh my son's my son till he gets a wife,
But my daughter's my daughter all her life.”

“Thus would I double my life's fading space;
For he that runs it well, runs twice his race.”

“Stories don't care who takes part in them. All that matters if that the story gets told, that the story repeats. Or, if you prefer to think of it like this: stories are a parasitical life form, warping lives in the service only of the story itself.”

“Every new medium transforms the nature of human thought. In the long run, history is the story of information becoming aware of itself.”

“This is the last night when he is nowhere. Tomorrow, life will find him again.”

“Like a beast in a pen, I’m cut off
From my friends, freedom, the Sun.
But the hunters are gaining ground;
I’ve nowhere else to run.”

“Of all the errands life seems to be running, of all the mysteries that enchant us, love is my favorite”