Wherever it's good, whatever strange, faraway land, let's go there, let's stay in that place alone.

It is a miracle if you can find true friends, and it is a miracle if you have enough food to eat, and it is a miracle if you get to spend your days and evenings doing whatever it is you like to do, and the holiday season - like all the other seasons - is a good time not only to tell stories of miracles, but to think about the miracles in your own life, and to be grateful for them, and that's the end of this particular story.

When you need a haircut, it looks like you have no one to take care of you.

There are some who go through life with a shadow hanging over them, particularly if they live in a building which has long wide awnings.

They say love's like a bus, and if you wait long enough another one will come along, but not in this place where the buses are slow and most of the cute ones are gay.

The idea that the curtain rises on what is often more or less a happy scene, and it will fall just a few hours later, and everyone will be dead or have gone mad... I find that kind of narrative very appealing.

It looked exhausting and pointless, two things that should be avoided at all costs