In dreams you don't need to make any distinctions between things. Not at all. Boundaries don't exist. So in dreams there are hardly ever collisions. Even if there are, they don't hurt. Reality is different. Reality bites. Reality, reality.

The dead will always be dead, but we have to go on living.

Many are the women who can take their clothes off seductively, but women who can charm as they dress?

Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts.

Memories and thoughts age, just as people do. But certain thoughts can never age, and certain memories can never fade.

Life is like a box of cookies.

Start making excuses and there's no end to it. I can't live that kind of life.