This place is too calm, too natural--too complete. I don't deserve it. At least not yet.

I think I'll stay alive here a bit longer, and see with my own eyes what's going to happen. I can still die after that - it won't be too late. Probably.

I stare at this ceaseless, rushing crowd and imagine a time a hundred years from now. In a hundred years everybody here-me included-will have disappeared from the face of the earth and turned into ashes or dust. A weird thought, but everything in front of me starts to seem unreal, like a gust of wind could blow it all away.

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

My heroes don't have anything special. They have something to tell other people but they don't know how, so they talk to themselves.

It takes years to build up, it takes moments to destroy.

There are three ways you can get along with a girl: one, shut up and listen to what she has to say; two, tell her you like what she's wearing; and three, treat her to really good food...If you do all that and still don't get the results you want, better give up.