Everything passes. Nobody gets anything for keeps. And that's how we've got to live.

Probably." "Again with the probablys." "A world full of probablys," she said.

Not just beautiful, though — the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they’re watching me. What I’ve up till now, what I’m going to do — they know it all. Nothing gets past their watchful eyes. As I sit there under the shining night sky, again a violent fear takes hold of me. My heart’s pounding a mile a minute, and I can barely breathe. All these millions of stars looking down on me, and I’ve never given them more than a passing thought before. Not just the stars — how many other things haven’t I noticed in the world, things I know nothing about?

Loving another person is a wonderful thing, and if that love is sincere, no one ends up tossed into a labyrinth. You have to have more faith in yourself.

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

I dream. Sometimes I think that's the only right thing to do.

My shadow is only half of what it should be." "Everyone has their shortcomings.