I Feel Like A Cliche.

Sometimes You Have To Give Up On People. Not Because You Don't Care, But Because They Don't.

The Future Is Fastidious And Punctual. It Keeps Perfect Time And Arrives Everywhere On The Dot. In Contrast, Its Slacker Brother The Past Has No Use For Clocks Or Appointments. It Comes And Goes As It Pleases In Our Memory, Camping Out Wherever The Hell It Damn Well Wants To In There. Untrustworthy, Prone To Exaggeration, Biased- You Wouldn't Lend It Ten Cents, But It *sure* Can Be Charming And Seductive When It Feels Like It.

Eating Is Sex For Old People.

I Have Never Heard Anyone Say This Is It. I Know Right Now Is The High Point Of My Life. It Will Never Get Any Better. Only In Retrospect Do We Recognize The Best Times And Of Course Then It Is Too Late.

If You Are Very Lucky, You're Allowed To Be In Certain Places During Just The Right Season Of Your Life: By The Sea For The Summer When You're Seven Or Eight And Full Of The Absolute Need To Swim Until Dark And Exhaustion Close Their Hands Together, Cupping You In Between.