I don't know -- maybe the world has two different kinds of people, and for one kind the world is this completely logical, rice pudding place, and for the other it's all hit-or-miss macaroni gratin.

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.

So many dreams, so many disappointments, so many promises. And in the end, they all just vanish.

I dream. Sometimes I think that's the only right thing to do.

[But] we accept irony through a device called metaphor. And through that we grow and become deeper human beings.

Probably." "Again with the probablys." "A world full of probablys," she said.

Sometimes when I think of life, I feel like a piece of driftwood washed up on shore.