We're here because we're here because we're here because we're here.

Life and love are life and love, a bunch of violets is a bunch of violets, and to drag in the idea of a point is to ruin everything. Live and let live, love and let love, flower and fade, and follow the natural curve, which flows on, pointless.

We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that death will tremble to take US.

You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.

Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.

'What is the meaning of life?' is a stupid question. Life just exists. You say to yourself, 'I can't accept that I mean nothing so I have to find the meaning of life so that I shouldn't mean as little as I know I do.' Subconsciously you know you're full of shit. I see life as a dance. Does a dance have to have a meaning? You're dancing because you enjoy it.

Anyone can carry his burden, however hard, until nightfall. Anyone can do his work, however hard, for one day. Anyone can live sweetly, patiently, lovingly, purely, till the sun goes down. And this is all life really means.

Man is the only animal for whom his existence is a problem that he has to solve.

The fact that life has no meaning is a reason to live - moreover, the only one.

I tell you, we are here on earth to fart around, and don't let anybody tell you different.

He who has a why to live can bear almost any how.

That life is worth living is the most necessary of assumptions, and were it not assumed, the most impossible of conclusions.

The essence of life is the smile of round female bottoms, under the shadow of cosmic boredom.

The meaning of life cannot be told; it has to happen to a person ... To speak as though it were an objective knowledge, like the date of the war of 1812, misses the point altogether.

Life has to be given a meaning because of the obvious fact that it has no meaning.

The meaning of life is that it stops.

Sooner or later we all discover that the important moments in life are not the advertised ones, not the birthdays, the graduations, the weddings, not the great goals achieved. The real milestones are less prepossesesing. They come to the door of memory unannounced, stray dogs that amble in, sniff around a bit and simply never leave. Our lives are measured by these.

What would life be without coffee? But then, what is it even with coffee?

That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.

I don't believe people are looking for the meaning of life as much as they are looking for the experience of being alive.