I don't know, there's something about you. Say there's an hourglass: the sand's about to run out. Someone like you can always be counted on to turn the thing over.

She waited for the train to pass. Then she said, "I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.

Irrepressible curiosity vied with an instinctive fear.

Some things, you know, if you say them, it makes them not true?

Only where there is disillusionment and depression and sorrow does happiness arise; without the despair of loss, there is no hope.

I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?

For a long time, she held a special place in my heart. I kept this special place just for her, like a "Reserved" sign on a quiet corner table in a restaurant. Despite the fact that I was sure I'd never see her again.