It felt so amazing to be alive I could never think of anything else.

Gradually the feeling wears off, and I feel swamped again by the inexplicable pettiness of being alive.

Escaping an accident does not mean that you are lucky. It's actually someone else's fortune which kept you alive.

Don't you enjoy being alive? Don't you like feeling: This is me, this is my hand, this is my leg, I'm real, I'm solid, I'm alive! Don't you like this?

Unbeing dead isn't being alive.

The only way to live well is to feel intensely.