These days I just can't seem to say what I mean [...]. I just can't. Every time I try to say something, it misses the point. Either that or I end up saying the opposite of what I mean. The more I try to get it right the more mixed up it gets. Sometimes I can't even remember what I was trying to say in the first place. It's like my body's split in two and one of me is chasing the other me around a big pillar. We're running circles around it. The other me has the right words, but I can never catch her.

One impossible day, of an impossible month, of an impossible year.

Cell phones are so convenient that they're an inconvenience.

All I do is keep on running in my own cozy, homemade void, my own nostalgic silence. And this is a pretty wonderful thing. No matter what anybody else says.

To keep on going, you have to keep up the rhythm.

There is nothing in this world that never takes a step outside a person's heart.

I can't understand nothingness. I can't understand it and I can't imagine it.