You can't escape history, or the needs and neuroses you've picked up like layers and layers of tartar on your teeth.

Life is a whim of several billion cells to be you for a while.

Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.

I think I've discovered the secret of life - you just hang around until you get used to it.

As we struggle to make sense of things, life looks on in repose.

You fall out of your mother's womb, you crawl across open country under fire, and drop into your grave.

I say, if your knees aren't green by the end of the day, you ought to seriously re-examine your life.

My life has a superb cast but I can't figure out the plot.

Life is the hyphen between matter and spirit.

Yes, I will try to be. Because I believe that not being is arrogant.