How often do we tell our own life story? How often do we adjust, embellish, make sly cuts? And the longer life goes on, the fewer are those around to challenge our account, to remind us that our life is not our life, merely the story we have told about our life.
Happiness cannot be pursued; it must ensue.
I think I have only one choice: either get busy living or get busy dying.
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
"La literatura es siempre una expedición a la verdad."
The nervous system is like an intricate orchestra, with each neuron playing its part.