I'm so biased to this issue of the origins of life and the limits of life.
Is it possible, I wonder, for a man to truly change? Or do character and habit form the immovable boundaries of our lives?
All you touch and all you see is all your life will ever be.
With the story of your life, you dont get to write the whole book, just your character.
I have never been able, really, to figure out where my life begins and where it ends. I have never, never been able to figure it all out, what it's all about, what it all means.
Our lives consist of two numbers: date of birth and date of death.
We tell ourselves zombie stories to remind us we shouldn't live beyond the natural boundaries of life - or seek a third stage of life in this world.
How little room Do we take up in death, that, living, know No bounds!
I'd like to keep work work and life life. It means you've got your life to come back to, somewhere to come home to at night that isn't invaded by your day.
We are comfortable with the fact that we cannot know personally what happened in the world before we were born, yet we are uncomfortable with the notion that we will stop engaging with time at some point in the future.
I don't want to live beyond the age of 75. That would be a good point to bow out. I don't want to go on for ever.
Whatever it is that pulls the pin, that hurls you past the boundaries of your own life into a brief and total beauty, even for a moment, it is enough.
If I learnt anything at all about terminal illness in my research, it's that the experience is different for everyone. I do believe that life becomes concentrated when it's boundaried and that death is the biggest boundary of all.
Your partner cannot fault you for refusing to host a perpetual-motion party or for the fact that you must sleep and will eventually die.
