No matter where you are, you're always a bit on your own, always an outsider.

The sky was incredibly far away, and beautiful enough to make a person wonder why our hearts are never so free.

Everyone lives the way she knows best. What I mean by 'their happiness' is living a life untouched as much as possible by the knowledge that we are really, all of us, alone. That's not a bad thing.

I love feeling the rhythm of other people's lives. It's like traveling.

It was so gorgeous it almost felt like sadness.

What was important wasn't the fireworks, it was that we were together this evening, together in this place, looking up into the sky at the same time.

This is what it means to be loved... when someone wants to touch you, to be tender.