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I never saw the tide come in,

I only saw the waves

- The Big Moon, Waves

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I saw two shooting stars last night

I wished on them but they were only satellites

Is it wrong to wish on space hardware

I wish, I wish, I wish you'd care

- Billy Bragg, A New England

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As an old, old man, Trout would be asked by Dr. Thor Lembrig, the Secretary-General of the United Nations, if he feared the future. He would give this reply:

“Mr. Secretary-General, it is the past which scares the bejesus out of me.”

- Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions

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Saints and Martyrs had never interested Maggie so much as sages and poets.

- The Mill On The Floss, George Eliot

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So I believe in a universe that doesn't care and people who do.

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Hope struck the Bar and sunk, followed by the stranding of the Friendship

- Seashaken Houses, Tom Nancollas

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Oh well. I'm still here for now and I'll keep going until I'm not.

What a year,

What an age,

What a generation that will survive it.

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We are born and die as the stars are born and die, both individually and collectively. This is our reality. Life is precious to us because it is ephemeral.

- Carlo Rovelli, Seven Brief Lessons on Physics

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Sick with a wild terror of dying, and yet indifferent to life itself.

- Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

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She feels stars in her fingers and tastes moonbeams on her tongue.

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I had reached that stage in life where I identified with cynical villains in a book.

- Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient

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'If I gave you my life, you would drop it. Wouldn't you?'

- Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient

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I mean maybe I was holding all the aces, but what was the game?

- Joan Didion, Play It As It Lays

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Never touch your idols: the gilding will stick to your fingers.

- Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary

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