“They will be the architects of my fate, I think to myself, despite what Sybil said about my being the author of my own destiny.”
“I control my fateAs I stand on the edge of the cliff of destiny and tears filled with my dreams shatter below on the rocks of fate I slowly lift my head and look out over the sea of hope to behold a sunrise. As I wipe away the the tears I realize as long as I have one more sunrise I have hope to fulfill the dreams dictating my destiny and I control my fate.”
“Stories are structured as we wish our lives were, with a beginning, a middle, and an end; with meaning and purpose; with a transformation from darkness to understanding. When we read a book, we look forward to the end-we race toward it. We want to know what happens, and we want all the loose threads tied up so that we can feel reassured that there is a grand design, because our real lives often feel random and meaningless.”“Are you saying that real life has no design or meaning?”“No, I’m saying that the design is too complicated to know except in bursts of insight, and as for meaning… well, meaning is all we really have.”
“After years of pretending at emotions, he'd grown to appreciate their mystery, their chaos and randomness. Sometimes they were predictable, one-dimensional, almost stupid - other times they were so confounding, complex, and exquisite that he was convinced humans really were as special as they thought themselves to be.”
“I jerked to a stop at the door to my room. "What's wrong with my boots?" I said, thinking they were the only thing that I was going to keep on. Ah…the only thing from this outfit, not the only thing total.”
“At every moment I convinced myself that I was gathering material for the novel of my life - all experienced from the philosophical distance of the author. Even these humiliating occasions when I was robbed could be used as material. Life was a field trip. ”
“Okay,” I said, resettling myself and looking up.You need the thrill of danger flitted through my mind, and I quashed it.”