Ryan

“My life is light, waiting for the death wind,
Like a feather on the back of my hand.”
― T.S. Eliot, A Song for Simeon -- First Edition, Signed

“What was once before you - an exciting, mysterious future - is now behind you. Lived; understood; disappointing. You realize you are not special. You have struggled into existence, and are now slipping silently out of it. This is everyone's experience. Every single one. The specifics hardly matter. Everyone's everyone. So you are Adele, Hazel, Claire, Olive. You are Ellen. All her meager sadnesses are yours; all her loneliness; the gray, straw-like hair; her red raw hands. It's yours. It is time for you to understand this. As the people who adore you stop adoring you; as they die; as they move on; as you shed them; as you shed your beauty; your youth; as the world forgets you; as you recognize your transience; as you begin to lose your characteristics one by one; as you learn there is no-one watching you, and there never was, you think only about driving - not coming from any place; not arriving any place. Just driving, counting off time.”
― Charlie Kaufman, Synecdoche, New York: The Shooting Script

“We're all hurtling towards death. Yet here we are, for the moment, alive. Each of us knowing we're going to die. Each of us secretly believing we won't.”
― Charlie Kaufman, Synecdoche, New York

“Any good that I may do, let me do it now, for I may not pass this way again.”
― David Gemmell, The Legend of Deathwalker: A page-turning tale of warriors, war and honour from the master of heroic fantasy