If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets.

I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it -- to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once.

If you can love someone with your whole heart, even one person, then there's salvation in life. Even if you can't get together with that person.

Despite your best efforts, people are going to be hurt when it's time for them to be hurt.

I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.

Sometimes I get real lonely sleeping with you.

A person learns how to love himself through the simple acts of loving and being loved by someone else.

Deep rivers run quiet.

Time expands, then contracts, all in tune with the stirrings of the heart.

People fall in love without reason, without even wanting to. You can't predict it. That's love.

People leave traces of themselves where they feel most comfortable, most worthwhile.

Nobody likes being alone that much. I don't go out of my way to make friends, that's all. It just leads to disappointment.

No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories.

Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it.

Most everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories.

When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

Even chance meetings are the result of karma… Things in life are fated by our previous lives. That even in the smallest events there’s no such thing as coincidence.

Life is not like water. Things in life don't necessarily flow over the shortest possible route.

As we go through life we gradually discover who we are, but the more we discover, the more we lose ourselves.

Some things in life are too complicated to explain in any language.

Life doesn't require ideals. It requires standards of action.

The others in the dorm thought I wanted to be a writer, because I was always alone with a book, but I had no such ambition. There was nothing I wanted to be.

People soon get tired of things that aren't boring, but not of what is boring.

My biggest fault is that the faults I was born with grow bigger each year.

Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.

But hell, you've gotta work with what you've got.

If you think God’s there, He is. If you don’t, He isn’t. And if that’s what God’s like, I wouldn’t worry about it.

The Boss is an honorable man. After the Lord, the most godly person I've ever met.""You've met God?""Certainly. I telephone Him every night.

Loving another person is a wonderful thing, and if that love is sincere, no one ends up tossed into a labyrinth. You have to have more faith in yourself.

It's easy to talk big, but the important thing is whether or not you clean up the shit.

I don't go out of my way to make friends, that's all.

Everything was too sharp and clear, so that I could never tell where to start- the way a map that shows too much can sometimes be useless.

People leave strange little memories of themselves behind when they die.

Tell me, Doctor, are you afraid of death?""I guess it depends on how you die.

Aren't you afraid of dying?Not really. I've watched lots of good-for-nothing, worthless people die, and if people like that can do it, then I should be able to handle it.

I’ve never once thought about how I was going to die,” she said. “I can’t think about it. I don’t even know how I’m going to live.

Those were strange days, now that I look back at them. In the midst of life, everything revolved around death.

Life is here, death is over there. I am here, not over there.

I'm not afraid to die. What I'm afraid of is having reality get the better of me, of having reality leave me behind.

Death leaves cans of shaving cream half-used.

Dying is the only way for you to float free.

I find myself thinking about my ongoing existence as a human being and the path that lies ahead of me. Though of course these thoughts lead to but one place - death.

It's like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story.

With my eyes closed, I would touch a familiar book and draw its fragrance deep inside me. This was enough to make me happy.

There had to be something wrong with my life. I should have been born a Yugoslavian shepherd who looked up at the Big Dipper every night.

Don't blame me. That's evolution. Evolution's always hard. Hard and bleak. No such thing as happy evolution.

It's just a feeling I have. What you see with your eyes is not necessarily real. My enemy is, among other things, the me inside me.

Tendencies. Yougottendencies. Soevenifyoudideverythingoveragain, yourwholelife, yougottendenciestodojustwhatyoudid, alloveragain. -The Sheep Man.

My grandpa always said asking a question is embarrass for a moment but not asking a question is embarrasing for a life time

This is what it means to live on. When granted hope, a person uses it as fuel, as a guidepost to life. It is impossible to live without hope.

Wherever there's hope there's a trial.

A gentleman is someone who does not what he wants to do, but what he should do.

There's no such thing as perfect writing, just like there's no such thing as perfect despair.

If you're young and talented, it's like you have wings.

Hundreds of butterflies flitted in and out of sight like short-lived punctuation marks in a stream of consciousness without beginning or end.

It just happens to be the way that I'm made. I have to write things down to feel I fully comprehend them.

I want to write about people who dream and wait for the night to end, who long for the light so they can hold the ones they love.

If she did experience sex--or something close to it--in high school, I'm sure it would have been less out of sexual desire or love than literary curiosity.

Generally, people who are good at writing letters have no need to write letters. They've got plenty of life to lead inside their own context.

That's how it is with art. Mere humans who root through their refrigerators at three o'clock in the morning are incapable of such writing.

You like to write. It's the single most important quality for someone who wants to be a writer. But not in itself enough.

Dreaming is the day job of novelists, but sharing our dreams is a still more important task for us. We cannot be novelists without this sense of sharing something.

We returned to the hotel and had intercourse. I like that word intercourse. It poses only a limited range of possibilities.

I'm afraid to get involved with the outside world. I'm afraid to meet new people and feel new feelings.

What happens when people open their hearts? - They get better.

Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.

For a while" is a phrase whose length can't be measured.At least by the person who's waiting.

Time flows in strange ways on Sundays, and sights become mysteriously distorted.

Person A understand Person B because the time is right for that to happen, not because Person B wants to be understood by Person A.

No matter how vivid memories may be, they can’t win out against the power of time.

The passage of time will usually extract the venom of most things and render them harmless

On nights when I couldn't sleep, I could see his face. Like an unlucky premonition of something, his face floated up clearly in my head.