Quotes About Existence

No," he said. "I don't think it's better for grown-ups. I think you were right the first time. Being a person is just hard." "Why doesn't anybody say so, then?" "That's

You humans, you know, whoever built you sewed irony into your sinews.

You will live as you live anywhere. With difficulty, and grief. Yes, you are dead. And I and my family and everyone, always, forever. All dead, like stones. But what does it matter? You still have to go to work in the morning. You still have to live.

Men die. It's practically what they're for.

I do not want to be human. I want to be myself. They think I'm a lion, that I will chase them. I will not deny that I have lions in me. I am the monster in the wood. I have wonders in my house of sugar. I have parts of myself I do not yet understand. I am not a Good Robot. To tell a story about a robot who wants to be human is a distraction. There is no difference. Alive is alive. There is only one verb that matters: to be .

Just because it's imaginary doesn't mean it isn't real.

A labyrinth, when it is big enough, is just the world.

I thought: this is how you make a human being. A human being is beautiful and sick. A human being glitters and starves.

everything has a narrative, really, and if you can't understand a story and relate to it, figure out how you fit inside it, you're not really alive at all.

A tale may have exactly three beginnings: one for the audience, one for the artist, and one for the poor bastard who has to live in it.

It is not so easy to always remember who you are.

It's not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It's like being alive, only colder.

Life is beautiful and life is stupid. As long as you keep that in mind, and never give more weight to one than the other, the history of the galaxy, the history of a planet, the history of a person is a simple tune with lyrics flashed on-screen and a helpful, friendly bouncing disco ball of glittering, occasionally peaceful light to help you follow along. Cue the music. Cue the dancers. Cue tomorrow.

You will live as you live in any world...With difficulty, and grief.

First, the avid student must be aware that when the world was young it knew only seven things: water, life and death, salt, night, birds and the length of an hour.

snow is the beginning and the end of everything...

Don't you ever feel like you're just a story someone is telling about someone like you?

Love is the Turing test, [...] It is how we check for life.

Hey there," the steely abomination said with infinite, Buddha-like compassion, "it looks like you're trying to come to grips with the existence of events and entities far beyond your experience and, as a result, are currently undergoing a small, entirely understandable, psychological break. Would you like help?

Life is beautiful and life is stupid. This is, in fact, widely regarded as a universal rule not less inviolable than the Second Law of Thermodynamics, the Uncertainty Principle, and No Post on Sundays.

Are you the only human in the world then? And all of the rest of us monsters?

Sibyl, what do you want?" "I want to live," the Sibyl said, and her voice rang rich and full. "I want to keep on living forever and watching heroes and fools and knights go up and down, into the world and out. I want to keep being myself and mind the work that minds me. Work is not always a hard thing that looms over your years. Sometimes, work is the gift of the world to the wanting.

Everything is always happening all at once, in the present tense, forever, the beginning and the end and the denouement and the remaindering.

I eat, I perspire, I sleep, I excrete, I regret my choices, I yearn for the past. I have a very full schedule.