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Down the main road, houses scatter about like dominoes on a table that God fly in a rage and upset because he was losing.

We may sometimes be a little late, but we're always on time.

They did not run from time; they knew it was always near them.

His words coursed through him like jolts of electricity, some striking on target precisely because they were so unpredictable, causing him to shudder, and concede, and agree that literature was more than just jotting down stories, it was physical energy.

If alphabet picture books contained a letter called happiness, their touch would be the illustration.

Life was more literary than literature.

A toothache is the sort of thing I used to worry about. Now I worry about your legs, your heart, your life.

Don't have vanity ...and you will keep your sanity.

I love winter and I love summer. I love spring and I love autumn. I love it when it's sunny and I love it when it's cloudy. To me, the sun is as beautiful as the moon. I love mountains and I love the beach. I love being dry and I love being wet. Rain, snow, grass, trees, dead leaves. I love them all. I love the smell of the ocean, and the smell of the streets after rain. And sand. And stars. Love those too. I love the feeling of having the sun to my face. When I close my eyes and feel its warmth over my eyelids, seeing it go brightly red. I love colors, all of them. The true colors; red, green, blue, black, purple, yellow, brown, orange, white. I love looking at photos and remembering certain moments. But most of all, I love memories and how they make me feel.

Each man would have to face one disastrous period in his lifetime, like a phantom monster. You either kill it or let it gnaw on you alive until there's nothing left of you but a hollow skeleton.

Never quit a situation that can be solved, or you'll be quuitting the rest of your life.

If the person also starts snoring, you can safely assume that your communication has failed.

A believer in the doctrine of fate kills, by his own hand, the most powerful inner willpower and drives himself to blind, passive compliance. But whoever believes that where there is a will, there is a way can work miracles and make possible the impossible.

At this height the world seemed fixed and unreal, without the complications of before and after. Even the string of eagles and few daring crows tracing the slow-moving air currents high up in the mercurial blue seemed stangley stuck in time, their long ellipses suggesting a state of being in which things always were, again and again, from past into present, and from present back into past.

Always watch your tail. As long as you can see your tail behind you, you are safe. But in unexpected situations of extreme danger, it is prudent to put it between your hind legs.

Follow your heart. It rarely leads you astray. It's thinking that gets us into trouble.

Reverend Father, we know that we are on our way to die, but to die is better than to pray together with these dogs.

Urgency knows neither law nor obstacles.

Cease to be apathetic, indifferent! Exalt yourself by devoting yourself to others, enrich yourself by making everyone's destiny your own, by enduring and understanding every facet of human suffering through your pity.