If you think of someone enough, you’re sure to meet them again.

I used to think the years would go by in order, that you get older one year at a time. But it's not like that. It happens overnight.

You know, the usual story. Once upon a time I was playing my harp by a spring when a fairy appeared out of nowhere, handed me a Beretta Model 92, and told me to shoot the white rabbit over there for target practice.

Whatever it is you're seeking won't come in the form you're expecting.

Time expands, then contracts, all in tune with the stirrings of the heart.

I may not look it, but I can be a very patient guy. And killing time is one of my specialities.

Sometimes when I think of life, I feel like a piece of driftwood washed up on shore.