You said that the mind is like the wind but perhaps it is we who are like the wind Knowing nothing, simply blowing through. Never aging, never dying.

Crying is personal. On the other hand, laughing is more general . Laughing makes our hearts wider.

The unwaking world was as hushed as a deep forest.

You know what girls are like. They turn twenty or twenty-one and all of a sudden they start having these concrete ideas. They get super realistic. And when that happens, everything that seemed so sweet and lovable about them begins to look ordinary and depressing.

I don’t know, I don’t feel right unless I’ve got the sea and mountains nearby. People are mostly a product of where they were born and raised. How you think and feel’s always linked to the lay of the land, the temperature. The prevailing winds, even.

To keep on going, you have to keep up the rhythm.

Even if you don't acknowledge it, people die, and guys sleep with girls. That's just how it is.