Quotes About Reflection

We have so much time and so little to do. Strike that, reverse it.

Why blame the dark for being dark? It is far more helpful to ask why the light isn't as bright as it could be.

The thing is, when I had my first success it did coincide with the end of my first marriage, and because I went on to have a very, very unhappy two years, I don't think I equate career success with personal happiness.

It feels like cheating to look at a person when they're sleeping, Like you can see their innocent self.

You are not what you think you are. Instead of the form staring back at you when you look in the mirror, what you should imagine is your body as a collection of multiple dynamic ecosystems made up of very tiny, and very biologically diverse, organisms.

Rule of thumb: You should be terrified of at least one of the questions you're asking in every conversation.

Talk about their life instead of your idea Ask about specifics in the past instead of generics or opinions about the future Talk less and listen more

Between Dog and Wolf is, among other things, a sharply etched meditation on death and its inevitable aftermath, but don't let that fool you into thinking it's maudlin of depressing—it's an absolute delight to read.

I know we're meant to be these hard-headed, money-obsessed professionals but we're still little boys at heart. Just ask our wives.

I liked being a teenager, but I would not go back for all the tea in China.

Have recovered somewhat from massive, delicious, inundating influx of life memories. Man, it is soooooooooo goooooooooood to be ME again.

Telling them the story of my life as I knew it (i.e., the last four days). Good times, good times.

Everybody talks about wanting to change things and help and fix, but ultimately all you can do is fix yourself. And that's a lot. Because if you can fix yourself, it has a ripple effect.

Ultimately all you can do is fix yourself. And that's a lot. Because if you can fix yourself, it has a ripple effect

I remember I had lunch with John Travolta when he was in the doldrums. I mean, he was, as they say, box office poison. He said to me something so great. He said, "I wasn't that good, and I'm not this bad.

One night you delete all your suicide notes from your computer. If things go bad again, it's not like you can't write a new one.

At the end of time I want my art to stand up and my soul to bow down.

there's a silent voice in the wilderness that we hear only when no one else is around. When you go far, far beyond, out across the netherlands of the Known, the din of human static slowly fades away, over and out.

You have blundered into an adult existence you don't understand, and you can't tell whether you planned it this way or whether you screwed up big-time, though it's too late either way.

I felt knots untie themselves, knots I didn't know were there. I could already tell there were things happening deep inside of me that were irreversible. Is there any scarier word than "irreversible"? It's a hiss of a word, full of side effects and mutilations. Severe tire damage - no backing up. Falling in love with Renee felt that way.

We recognize that smile when we see it in the mirror, or on the faces of our friends, at weddings, anniversaries, christenings, or ordinary afternoons. It's the smile of a man realizing he is no longer a kid, and although he has no idea how it happened, he's pretty sure it would make a cool story if he ever gets a spare minute to piece it all together.

Learning, over and over. The work of love will make you bloody and it will make you lonely.

Just more of that endless, useless knowledge you absorb when you're in a relationship, with no meaning or relevance outside of that relationship. When the relationship's gone, you're stuck knowing all this garbage.

When Renee and I talked about it years later, we agreed on one point: We were insane. Renee always said, "If any of our kids want to get married when they're twenty-five, we'll have to lock them in the attic." We were just kids, and everybody who came to the wedding party was guilty of shameful if not criminal negligence-- look at the shiny pretty toaster, isn't it cute to see the babies playing with it in the bathtub? Jesus, people!