It was. It will never be again. Remember.

As long as there's one person to believe it, there's no story that can't be true.

Wounds are an essential part of life, and until you are wounded in some way, you cannot become a man.

What matters is not how well you can avoid trouble, but how you cope with trouble when it comes.

It's June second, he told himself. Try to remember that. This is New York, and tomorrow will be June third. If all goes well, the following day will be the fourth. But nothing is certain.

But even the facts do not always tell the truth

Just think it, and chances are it will happen.

The pictures do not lie, but neither do they tell the whole story. They are merely a record of time passing, the outward evidence.

Dismantling the architecture of my discontent

We find ourselves only by looking to what we’re not.

I walk around the world like a ghost, and sometimes I question whether I even exist. Whether I've ever existed at all.

Nothing lasts, you see, not even the thoughts inside you. And you musn't waste your time looking for them. Once a thing is gone, that is the end of it.

Something happens, Blue thinks, and then it goes on happening forever. It can never be changed, can never be otherwise.

Writing is a solitary business. It takes over your life. In some sense, a writer has no life of his own. Even when he’s there, he’s not really there.

In the end, each life is no more than the sum of contingent facts, a chronicle of chance intersections, of flukes, of random events that divulge nothing but their own lack of purpose.

And now we get to the hard part. the endings, the farewells, and the famous last words. if you don't hear from me often, remember that you're in my thoughts.

But lost chances are as much a part of life as chances taken, and a story cannot dwell on what might have been.

We have missed him in the sunshine, in the storm, in the twilight, ever since.

We construct a narrative for ourselves, and that's the thread that we follow from one day to the next. People who disintegrate as personalities are the ones who lose that thread.

The story is not in the words; it's in the struggle.

Memory is the space in which a thing happens for a second time.

The truth of the story lies in the details.

You can't put your feet on the ground until you've touched the sky.

It always stimulates me to discover new examples of my own prejudice and stupidity, to realize that I don't know half as much as I think I do.