They should tell you when you’re born: have a suitcase heart, be ready to travel.

It's a tragic fact to die in an accident

And when she dreams, she dreams of a girl who was lost at sea but one day found the shore.

I was crying a little for the boy I had wanted him to be and the boy he hadn’t turned out to be.

They should tell you when you’re born: have a suitcase heart, be ready to travel.

There's a strange sort of quiet when you're dying. It's as if you're in a glass room, and the walls keep getting thicker and thicker.

Oh, all stories are the same, aren't they? Men and women fall in love or out of love. People are born; people die. It al ends happily or it all ends sadly, and the difference matters only to the people involved.