Everyone who has something is afraid of losing it, and people with nothing are worried they'll forever have nothing. Everyone is the same.

Here, too, a brand-new day is beginning. It could be a day like all the others, or it could be a day remarkable enough in many ways to remain in the memory. In either case, for now, for most people, it is a blank sheet of paper.

When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

I feel like I've swallowed a cloudy sky

I was confident that I was a special person. But time slowly chips away at life. People don't just die when their time comes. They gradually die away, from the inside. And finally the day comes when you have to settle accounts. Nobody can escape it. People have to pay the price for what they've received. I have only just learned that truth.

No matter how long you stand there examining yourself naked before a mirror, you'll never see reflected what's inside.

The most dangerous creature here would have to be me. So maybe I'm just scared of my own shadow.