Quotes About Reflection

I did two things on my seventy-fifth birthday. I visited my wife's grave. Then I joined the army.

Sometimes I don't know if my life is complicated, or if it's that I just think too much about things.

The only real question is, who are the monsters?" "They ask that question in every monster movie, you know. It's an actual trope." "I know," Tom said. "What does it say about us that it's relevant every single time they ask it?

Mathematics were not the usual dream material for Marce. Most of his dreams, historically speaking, were the standard rehashing of the events of the last few days in an inchoate, plotless manner, with or without pants.

Realborn go for years without the slightest clue what they're going to do with themselves. From what I understand, some of them never actually figure it out. They just walk through life in a daze and then fall into their graves at the end of it.

I'm trying to decide what I want to be when I grow up. A nice thing to wonder about when you're thirty.

How is it so far?" asked Cloud. "How is what so far?" "This," Cloud said, and motioned around him. "Life. The universe. Everything.

I want to mourn her, Jared said. I feel her. I can feel the love I had for her. That he had for her. I want to remember her, even if that means I have to mourn her. That's not too much to bear for her memory. It's not, is it? No, Cloud said. I guess it's not.

What I owe those I kill is understanding. I owe them the courtesy of recognition; acknowledgement that they were something other than just another thing I had to kill on the way to other things I had to kill.

But my writing won't ever reflect the diversity that literature in general should be capable of. You need writers whose lives are not like mine for that.

In the end I am who I am. I am what I have made myself and what has been made of me. Part of who I am is who you are too; I have given you me as well. I would take your name and hold it in me, and whisper my name in your ear.

But individuals are not precise mirrors of their nations. And

the most important days of your existence don't always announce themselves in obvious ways.

The problem with aging is not that it's one damn thing after another—it's every damn thing, all at once, all the time. You

in a decade you'll be eighty-five, and then the only difference between you and a raisin will be that while you're both wrinkled and without a prostate, the raisin never had a prostate to begin with.

It's a hell of a thing to say good-bye to your whole life. I signed.

She shrugged. "I don't mind getting old." "I didn't mind getting old when I was young, either," I said. "It's the being old now that's getting to me." Her

overthinking things is a hobby of mine. I'm the first to admit I'm weird

I don't mind getting old." "I didn't mind getting old when I was young, either," I said. "It's the being old now that's getting to me.

Maybe that's what's bothering me," I said. "There's no sense of consequence. I just took a living, thinking thing and hurled it into the side of a building. Doing it didn't bother me at all. The fact that it didn't does bother me, Alan. There ought to be consequences to our actions.

This is why I told Lambert to stop going on about it, you know," Powell said. "All the thinking about the steps beyond what we were directly doing. It never makes you happy. It never solves anything for you, right now.

I'm trying to decide what I want to be when I grow up. A nice thing to wonder about when you're thirty." "I don't think it matters what age you are when you figure it out," Brous said. "I think the important thing is to figure it out before someone else tells you what you want to be, and they get it wrong.

I'm guessing you thought I was way off on your political philosophy but right on the button about the other two. Just think about that for a while.

All the thinking about the steps beyond what we were directly doing. It never makes you happy. It never solves anything for you, right now.