“And for a moment―for a split second―everything else falls away, the whole pattern and order of my life, and a huge joy crests in my chest. I am no one, and I owe nothing to anybody, and my life is my own.”
“I will do this. Nothing in my life matters except this. No moment of my life exists except this moment. I am born in this moment, and if I fail, I will die in this moment.”
“Fuck the pack. I gave them fifteen years of my life. I fought for them, bled for them, and the moment my back was turned, they attacked my wife. I owe them nothing.”
“A split second later, my life flashed before my eyes, and I came to one important conclusion about it.It was fun while it lasted.”
“if only my whole life could be words and music, if only everything else could slip away.”
“My life is a discipline, a prison: I live for my own work, without which I am nothing.”