There is the music that we make, and the music that makes us..

They hear you own up, and they learn to own up..

But death we are, and death we've always been..

Fools who wear their hearts proudly on their sleeves, who cannot control their emotions, who wallow in sad memories and allow themselves to be provok….

Reegan scowled at Cath. "Are you Zack, or are you Cody?"..

Action is the music of our life. Like music, it starts from a pause of leisure, a silence of activity which our initiative attacks; then it develops ….

I've never been much of a joiner..

I purge compulsively. I'm constantly shedding things..

What belongs to someone, belongs to someone..

Freedom only exists when it doesn't belong to anybody..

A thing is never seen as it really is..

The grave is a crucible where memory is purified; we only remember a dead friend by those qualities which make him regretted..

Too many things have changed. Too much time has passed. I'm different now, a man with a pocketful of unconnected but terribly vivid memories. I was l….

Here is an unfenced existance.

I don't like where I'm going and I don't like where I've been. Why am I in a hurry?.

Life itself does its best to take that memory of magic away from us. You don't know it's happening until one day you feel you've lost something but y….

There is life in a stone. Any stone that sits in a field or lies on a beach takes on the memory of that place. You can feel that stones have witnesse….

The work of memory collapses time..

There are some errors so sweet that we repent them only to bring them to memory..

Everybody's damaged by something..

You must not allow yourself to be advised, cautioned, influenced, persuaded.