I was dying. Like all the other people who live in this world.

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

As time goes on, you'll understand. What lasts, lasts; what doesn't, doesn't. Time solves most things. And what time can't solve, you have to solve yourself.

Some things, you know, if you say them, it makes them not true?

People leave strange little memories of themselves behind when they die.

No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself.

What we see before us is just one tiny part of the world. We get in the habit of thinking, this is the world, but that's not true at all. The real world is a much darker and deeper place than this, and much of it is occupied by jellyfish and things.