I saw that she was crying. Before I knew it, I was kissing her. Others on the platform were staring at us, but I didn't care about such things anymore. We were alive, she and I. And all we had to think about was continuing to live.
While they're still alive, people can become ghosts.
As long as an individual's alive, he will undergo experience in some form or other, and those experiences are stored up instant by instant. To stop experiencin' is to die.
It’s precisely because of the pain, the we can get the feeling, through this process, of really being alive—or at least a partial sense of it.
Being alive, if you had to define it, meant emitting a variety of smells
It's good when food tastes good, it's kind of like proof you're alive.
My imagination is a kind of animal. So what I do is keep it alive
As long as I was alive, I was something. That was just how it was. But somewhere along the way it all changed. Living turned me into nothing.