The only way to keep a dream, any dream at all, to keep a dream perfect and rosy and intact and unsullied is never to live it out.
Reality is the name we give to our disappointments.
There are many things that I feel I have missed out on.
How disappointment tracks the steps of hope.
I have been fortunate. I have done so many things and enjoyed so many things and had such a great life, not to imply that it is ending, but that there aren't many things that I feel I have left undone.
Life is so constructed, that the event does not, cannot, will not, match the expectation.
Our lives are not what we deserve; they are, let us agree, in many ways deficient.
The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.
