We're All Mad Here

It is true when you are by yourself and you think about life, it is always sad. All that excitement and so on has a way of suddenly leaving you, and it’s as though, in the silence, somebody called your name, and you heard your name for the first time.

Everything is more beautiful because we are doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.

That was the thing. You never got used to it, the idea of someone being gone. Just when you think it’s reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you, and it just hits you all over again, that shocking.

A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one.