I suppose the key to a good life is to gently overlook the truth and hope that at any moment we can all be reborn.

Music is only a mystery to people who want it explained. Music and love are the same.

Where are people going? I wonder what they hope will happen and what they are afraid of? For me it's the same thing and has to do with being loved.

It's tempting to imagine how we could hurt someone close, because it reminds us how fiercely we love them.

For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched.

You can't put a price on the rituals of love, because you never know what will happen next. I suppose fear is part of the excitement and we can't have one without the other.

When small drops began to fall and darken the world in penny-shaped circles, no one around him scurried for cover. For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched.