The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, who never yawn or say a common thing but burn, burn, burn, like a fabulous yellow roman candle, exploding like spiders across stars.
"But who can say what’s best? That’s why you need to grab whatever chance you have of happiness where you find it, and not worry about other people too much. My experience tells me that we get no more than two or three such chances in a life time, and if we let them go, we regret it for the rest of our lives."
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via feellng)
"Do you know what a mandala is?"
"Um, those are those round Buddhist art things."
“The Tibetan monks make them out of dyed sand laid out into big beautiful designs. And when they’re done, after days and weeks of work, they wipe it all away.”
"Wow, that’s, that’s a lot."
"Try to look at your experience here as a mandala, Chapman. Work hard to make something as meaningful and beautiful as you can. And when you’re done, pack it in and know it was all temporary. You have to remember that, it’s all temporary.”one of my fav scenes