I couldn't understand a sense of unease that multiplied until I could hear my heart beating. - Truman Capote

If I do feel guilty, I guess it's because I let him go on dreaming when I wasn't dreaming a bit.

Nothing is more usual than to feel that others have shared in our failures, just as it is an ordinary reaction to forget those who have shared in our achievements.

Time. Time. What is time? Swiss manufacture it, French hoard it, Italians squander it, Americans say it is money. Hindus say it does not exist. Know what I say? I say time is a crook.