In the end, like so many beautiful promises in our lives, that dinner date never came to be.

If you really want to know what's happening here and now, you've got to use your own eyes and your own judgment.

You can keep as quiet as you like, but one of these days somebody is going to find you.

Whatever it is you're seeking won't come in the form you're expecting.

I’m free, I think. I shut my eyes and think hard and deep about how free I am, but I can’t really understand what it means. All I know is I’m totally alone. All alone in an unfamiliar place, like some solitary explorer who’s lost his compass and his map. Is this what it means to be free? I don’t know, and I give up thinking about it.

Sometimes, however, this sense of isolation, like acid spilling out of a bottle, can unconsciously eat away at a person’s heart and dissolve it.

Become like a sheet of blotting paper and soak it all in. Later on you can figure out what to keep and what to unload.