Everyone, deep in their hearts, is waiting for the end of the world to come.

We each have a special something we can get only at a special time of our life. like a small flame. A careful, fortunate few cherish that flame, nurture it, hold it as a torch to light their way. But once that flame goes out, it’s gone forever.

If you miss the bus, miss the train, you’d be left behind. So everyone says, let’s get on the train, let’s get on the bus and go faster and get rich... I just didn’t like that kind of lifestyle. I love to read books, to listen to music.

One listless day followed another, with nothing to distinguish one from the next. You could have changed the order and no one would have noticed.

They put up with such strenuous training, and where did their thoughts, their hopes and dreams, disappear to? When people pass away, do their thoughts just vanish?

Things pass us by. Nobody can catch them. That's the way we live our lives.

My father always told me: 'Give somebody a hand and he'll take an arm.