That's part of what I like about the book in some ways. It portrays death truthfully. You die in the middle of your life, in the middle of a sentence
I'm not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is.
You realize that trying to keep your distance from me will not lessen my affection for you. All efforts to save me from you will fail.
You are so busy being YOU that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.
Some people have lives; some people have music.
Francois Rabelais. He was a poet. And his last words were "I go to seek a Great Perhaps." That's why I'm going. So I don't have to wait until I die to start seeking a Great Perhaps.
I'm a grenade and at some point I'm going to blow up and I would like to minimize the casualties, okay?
Because you are beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence
What you must understand about me is that I'm a deeply unhappy person.
If you don't imagine, nothing ever happens at all.