If nobody speaks of remarkable things, how can they be called remarkable?

There are so many people in the world, and I want to know them all but I don’t even know my next-door neighbor’s name.

You must always look with both of your eyes and listen with both of your ears. He says this is a very big world and there are many many things you could miss if you are not careful. There are remarkable things all the time, right in front of us, but our eyes have like the clouds over the sun and our lives are paler and poorer if we do not see them for what they are. If nobody speaks of remarkable things, how can they be called remarkable?

Everybodys got their own situation and their own needs.

It is something I recognise in myself. I do eavesdrop. I do people-watch, a lot.

I wonder how many ways there are for a mother to produce that wreckage in her own daughter, and my muscles tense as I think of them.

She wonders if you can feel nostalgic for something before it's in the past, she wonders if perhaps her vocabulary is too small or if her chemical intake has corroded it and the music goes doowoah doowoah.