So many dreams, so many disappointments, so many promises. And in the end, they all just vanish.

Some things are forgotten, some things disappear, some things die.

It's hard to tell the difference between sea and sky, between voyager and sea. Between reality and the workings of the heart.

If you do anything out of the ordinary, you can be sure someone, somewhere, will get upset.

As long as I kept my body moving I could forget about the emptiness inside.

If I stayed here, something inside me would be lost forever—something I couldn't afford to lose. It was like a vague dream, a burning, unfulfilled desire. The kind of dream people have only when they're seventeen.

When there's nothing to do, you do nothing slowly and intently.