— Do you ever dream, Forrest, about who you're gonna be?
— Who I'm gonna be?
— Yeah.
— Aren't I going to be me?
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one.
Don't tell me that you have exhausted Life. When a man says that one knows that Life has exhausted him.
You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You're chicken. You've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin and say, "Okay, life's a fact." People do fall in love. People do belong to each other because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness. You call yourself a free spirit, a wild thing. And you're terrified somebody's going to stick you in a cage. Well, baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas or in the east by Somaliland. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.