The young man knows that he is irretrievably lost. This is no town of cats, he finally realizes. It is the place where he is meant to be lost. It is another world, which has been prepared especially for him. And never again, for all eternity, will the train stop at this station to take him back to the world he came from.

The ground we stand on looks solid enough, but if something happens it can drop right out from under you.

Time really is one big continuous cloth, no? We habitually cut out pieces of time to fit us, so we tend to fool ourselves into thinking that time is our size, but it really goes on and on.

Everything was too sharp and clear, so that I could never tell where to start- the way a map that shows too much can sometimes be useless.

You have to wait until tomorrow to find out what tomorrow will bring.

Even if you don't acknowledge it, people die, and guys sleep with girls. That's just how it is.

There are many things we only see clearly in retrospect.