All imperfections are forced upon the imperfect, so the 'perfect' can live content and oblivious.

When there's nothing to do, you do nothing slowly and intently.

In real life things don’t go so smoothly. At certain points in our lives, when we really need a clear-cut solution, the person who knocks at our door is, more likely than not, a messenger bearing bad news.

This was never any place I was meant to be. This isn’t a place for me.

Were the stars out when I left the house last evening? All I could remember was the couple in the Skyline listening to Duran Duran. Stars? Who remembers stars? Come to think of it, had I even looked up at the sky recently? Had the stars been wiped out of the sky three months ago, I wouldn’t have known.

This was something sure to be crammed full of warm secrets, like an antique clock built when peace filled the world.

Don't let thoughts of me hold you back. Just do what you want to do. Otherwise, I might end up taking you with me, and that is the one thing I don't want to do. I don't want to interfere with your life.