...we're not eighteen anymore. We've lived. We've created things that last – things of joy, and things of burden.

She was restless. She drove a little too fast, swam a little too far offshore. She hitchhiked. She skied recklessly. While Sylvia's rabid perfectionism was very real, she was far from the good-girl persona she worked so hard to cultivate.

Time unlived grows old
Like unworn robes in a locked chest.

You never know beforehand what people are capable of, you have to wait, give it time, it's time that rules, time is our gambling partner on the other side of the table and it holds all the cards of the deck in its hand, we have to guess the winning cards of life, our lives.

Life can only be understood looking backward. It must be lived forward.

Fuel your life with passion.