People fall in love without reason, without even wanting to. You can't predict it. That's love.

Symbolism and meaning are two separate things. I think she found the right words by bypassing procedures like meaning and logic. She captured words in a dream, like delicately catching hold of a butterfly’s wings as it flutters around. Artists are those who can evade the verbose.

Most near-future fictions are boring. It's always dark and always raining, and people are so unhappy.

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.

No matter what form the relationship might take, he was the only person she could picture sharing her life with.

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.

Strong and independent? I’m neither. I’m just being pushed along by reality, whether I like it or not.