... we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless. |
If people and their manner of living were alike everywhere, there would not be much point in moving from one place to another. |
The sky hides the night behind it, and shelters the people beneath from the horror that lies above. |