I’ve spent most of my life and most of my friendships holding my breath and hoping that when people get close enough they won’t leave, and fearing that it’s a matter of time before they figure me out and go.
I’d say to myself or whoever I was with, ‘It’ll look good in the biography.’ and then I’d go ahead and do whatever daft thing it was - like taking acid on the sacred mesa or doing the bungee-jump, getting the haircut, dancing with the stranger, talking to the crowd - whatever I was ‘scared’ of mostly, or fancied doing, or never dared before, I’d try it on the basis that it would make for a more interesting read one day.
Everything changed the day he figured out there was exactly enough time for the important things in his life.
All life is beautiful. All humans are beautiful. Only behavior makes one ugly.
I regret that it takes a life to learn how to live.
…it’s a tragedy that we get to live only one life, because if I’d had two lives, I would have spent one of them with her. I would have stayed in the apartment with her, torn the blueprint from the door, held her on the bed, said “I want to rolls,” sang “Start spreading the news,” laughed “Ha ha ha!” cried “Help!” I would have spent that life among the living.