There was something so heavy about the burden of history, of the past. I wasn't sure I had it in me to keep looking back.

The language of solace, and comets, and the girls we all become, in the end.

The way I see it," she continued, "is that some things are just meant to be the way they are.

I mean, it's not surprising, really. Once you love something, you always love it in some way. You have to. It's, like, part of you for good.

I'm really interested in the idea of anomynity and familiarity. And sunglasses, you know, are so indicatitve of that. I mean, they're worn by some people to hide themselves. But they're also a fashion statement, meant to be noticed. So there's a dichotomy there.

From up above, in a plane passing over, you’d just see one little light in all this dark, with no idea of the lives that were being lived within it, and in the house beside, and beside that one. So much happening in the world, night and day, hour by hour. It was no wonder we were meant to sleep, if only to check out of it for a little while.

Doesn't it seem sometimes that the whole world's uphill but at least we know the way back will be easy.