Sheep hurt my father, and through my father, sheep have also hurt me.

You couldn’t begin to imagine who I am, where I’m going, or what I’m about to do, All of you are trapped here. You can’t go anywhere, forward or back. But I’m not like you. I have work to do. I have a mission to accomplish. And so, with your permission, I shall move ahead.

Even if we could turn back, we'd probably never end up where we started.

A friend to kill time is a friend sublime.

I happen to like the strange ones. People who look normal and leads normal lives - they're the ones you have to watch out for.

Like you're riding a train at night across some vast plain, and you catch a glimpse of a tiny light in a window of a farmhouse. In an instant it's sucked back into the darkness behind and vanishes. But if you close your eyes, that point of light stays with you, just barely for a few moments.

What do you think? I'm not a starfish or a pepper tree. I'm a living, breathing human being. Of course I've been in love.