When someone you love dies, the world as you know it ends. Literally, it does. And it’ll never be the same again. And you have to rebuild the world, and that’s the hardest part. You have to pick up what’s left, strap it down with you, and hope like hell that whatever is left will stick around for a long time.
The world as I knew it is over…again. And now I need to somehow get a new one together when there was plain perfection in my last world, and that’s not fair and that’s what sucks. So right now, I’m just looking for what’s left. And I will find it. And I will love it and cherish it. But…I wasn’t ready for my old one to end yet.
"…the only people that interest me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing.. but burn, burn, burn like roman candles across the night."
"In all, what Neal was, simply, was tremendously excited with life, and though he was a con-man he was only conning people because he wanted so much to live and also to get involved with people that would otherwise pay no attention to him."
"How do the geese know when to fly to the sun? Who tells them the seasons? How do we, humans, know when it is time to move on? As with the migrant birds, so surely with us, there is a voice within, if only we would listen to it, that tells us so certainly when to go forth into the unknown."