After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die.

I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.

Life is always a rich and steady time when you are waiting for something to happen or to hatch.

Death belongs to life as birth does. The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down.

I've always questioned death and birth and life, ... Where do we go? Are we here now? Or is this just one of the lives that we live? ... It just happened, it wasn't really planned, I swear. Everything fell into place.

Death is not the problem but rather time