If history has a habit of repeating itself, doesn't someone have to stay behind to shout out a warning?

Does fate ever play by the rules?

It's never the differences between people that suprise us. It's the things that, against all odds, we have in common.

Is it because they are so comfortable, they already know what the other is thinking? Or is it because after a certain point, there is simply nothing left to say?

When I'm with you, bells go off in my head like a moving truck that's backing up.

Summertime, I think, is a collective unconscious. We all remember the notes that made up the song of the ice cream man; we all know what it feels like to brand our thighs on a playground slide that's heated up like a knife in a fire; we all have lain on our backs with our eyes closed and our hearts beating across the surface of our lids, hoping that this day will stretch just a little longer than the last one, when in fact it's all going in the other direction.

You can't look back - you just have to put the past behind you, and find something better in your future.