Life is partly what we make it, and partly what it is made by the friends we choose.
Once you fully apprehend the vacuity of a life without struggle, you are equipped with the basic means of salvation.
Why did I write? Because I found life unsatisfactory
We're all of us sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins, for life!
Death is one moment, and life is so many of them
Life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quickly you hardly catch it going