If you're not ready to die, then how can you live?

Not everything has to mean something. Some things just are.

I'm not Chinese. I thrive in interesting times.

We're all made of stories. When they finally put us underground, the stories are what will go on. Not forever, perhaps, but for a time. It's a kind of immortality, I suppose, bounded by limits, it's true, but then so's everything.

The road leading to a goal does not separate you from the destination; it is essentially a part of it.

A long time ago a bunch of people reached a general consensus as to what's real and what's not and most of us have been going along with it ever since.