What was lost was lost. There was no retrieving it, however you schemed, no returning to how things were, no going back.

Do you know what ‘Sputnik’ means in Russian? ‘Travelling companion’. I looked it up in a dictionary not long ago. Kind of a strange coincidence if you think about it. I wonder why the Russians gave their satellite that strange name. It’s just a poor little lump of metal, spinning around the Earth.

There is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.

I don't go out of my way to make friends, that's all.

Start making excuses and there's no end to it. I can't live that kind of life.

Chance encounters are what keep us going.

Will you wait for me forever?