Nobody's easier to fool, than the person who is convinced that he is right.

It's the same with menus and men and just about anything else: we think we're choosing things for ourselves, but in fact we may not be choosing anything. It could be that everthing's being decided in advance and we pretend we're making choices. Free will may be an illusion. I often think that.

I may not be the most likable person in the world, but I try not to upset people.

We knew exactly what we wanted in each other. And even so, it ended. One day it stopped, as if the film simply slipped off the reel.

The library was like a second home. Or maybe more like a real home, more than the place I lived in. By going every day I got to know all the lady librarians who worked there. They knew my name and always said hi. I was painfully shy, though, and could barely reply.

Life is so uncertain: you never know what could happen. One way to deal with that is to keep your pajamas washed.

Who can really distinguish between the sea and what's reflected in it? Or tell the difference between the falling rain and loneliness?