I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.

I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by living, by losing.

My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living.

Living never wore one out so much as the effort not to live.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.