Quotes About Life

As pessoas nao vão morrer. Não é esse o credo da nova cultura? As pessoas vão ser absorvidas em fluxos de informações. Não entendo nada disso. Os computadores vão morrer. Já estão morrendo na sua forma atual. Estão praticamente mortos como unidades distintas. Uma caixa, uma tela, um teclado. Eles estão se dissolvendo na textura da vida cotidiana. (...) Até a palavra computador parece retrógrada e burra.

Let's enjoy these aimless days while we can, I told myself, fearing some kind of deft acceleration.

He told me that I hadn't done anything yet. Hadn't lived yet. All you do is pass the time, he said.

At first it was only a nuisance. Now it's a nuisance that threatens to become a way of life.

Once you live in the street, there's nothing but the street.

In the Times every morning, wasn't it a fact that the obits and the ad column tended to appear on facing pages?

We're not gonna die We're not gonna die We're not gonna die, leading them in a chant, a mantra that was joyful and mock joyful at the same time because this is New York, New York and we want it both ways.

Maybe there is no death as we know it. Just documents changing hands.

I needed death in order to believe I was living, an atmosphere of death much more real and personal than anything the newspapers can offer.

I want to die and be finished forever. Don't you want to die?" he said. "I don't know." "What's the point of living if we don't die at the end of it?" In

No sense of the irony of human existence, that we are the highest form of life on earth and yet ineffably sad because we know what no other animal knows, that we must die.

The long soft life is what I feel I'm settling into and the only question is how deadly it will turn out to be. But

a life terrain, might itself be the object of a person's study and wonder for years. A cosmology against the void.

The power of the dead is that we think they see us all the time. The dead have a presence. Is there a level of energy composed solely of the dead? They are also in the ground, of course, asleep and crumbling. Perhaps we are what they dream. May the days be aimless. Let the seasons drift. Do not advance the action according to a plan.

All human existence is a trick of light.

What's the point in living if we don't die at the end of it?

But there are different kinds of death, David. And I prefer that kind, his kind, to the death I've been fighting all my life.

Every lost moment is the life. It's unknowable, except to us, each of us inexpressibly...

He writes about mud and death and he makes me hungry.

We start our lives in chaos, in babble. As we surge up into the world, we try to devise a shape, a plan. There is dignity in this. Your whole life is a plot, a scheme, a diagram. It is a failed scheme but that's not the point. To plot is to affirm life, to seek shape and control. Even after death, most particularly after death, the search continues. Burial rites are an attempt to complete the scheme, in ritual.

We have learned not to be afraid of the dark but we've forgotten that darkness means death.

It's the novelist who understand the secret life, the rage that underlies all obscurity and neglect. You're half murderers, most of you.

Le trame possiedono una logica. C'è una tendenza, nelle trame, a evolvere in direzione della morte.

I watched Denise make a mental comparison between her mother's running clothes and the wet bag she'd dumped in the compactor. I could see it in her eyes, a sardonic connection. It was these secondary levels of life, these extrasensory flashes and floating nuances of being, these pockets of rapport forming unexpectedly, that made me believe we were a magic act, adults and children together, sharing unaccountable things.