Everyone may be ordinary, but they're not normal.

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.

If you do anything out of the ordinary, you can be sure someone, somewhere, will get upset.

Let the world move along as it pleased. If it had any business with him, it would be sure to tell him.

A gentleman is someone who does not what he wants to do, but what he should do.

And it came to me then. That we were wonderful traveling companions but in the end no more than lonely lumps of metal in their own separate orbits. From far off they look like beautiful shooting stars, but in reality they're nothing more than prisons, where each of us is locked up alone, going nowhere. When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we'd be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing.

A deserted library in the morning - there's something about it that really gets to me. All possible words and ideas are there, resting peacefully.