Wasn't it better if they kept this desire to see each other hidden within them, and never actually got together? That way, there would always be hope in their hearts. That hope would be a small, yet vital flame that warmed them to their core-- a tiny flame to cup one's hands around and protect from the wind, a flame that the violent winds of reality might easily extinguish.

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

Having an object that symbolizes freedom might make a person happier than actually getting the freedom it represents.

It was a strange feeling, like touching a void.

I happen to like the strange ones. People who look normal and leads normal lives - they're the ones you have to watch out for.

Tell me, Doctor, are you afraid of death?" "I guess it depends on how you die.

I didn't feel like I was in my own body; my body was just a lonely, temporary container I happened to be borrowing.