It was so gorgeous it almost felt like sadness.

Sometimes people put up walls, not to keep others out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.

What was important wasn't the fireworks, it was that we were together this evening, together in this place, looking up into the sky at the same time.

I love feeling the rhythm of other people's lives. It's like traveling.

The sky was incredibly far away, and beautiful enough to make a person wonder why our hearts are never so free.

Truly happy memories always live on, shining. Over time, one by one, they come back to life.

Everything that had happened was shockingly beautiful, enough to make you crazy.

No matter where you are, you're always a bit on your own, always an outsider.

But I have my life, I’m living it. It’s twisted, exhausting, uncertain, and full of guilt, but nonetheless, there’s something there.

The night glittered brilliantly then.

Over and over, we begin again.

What shall we do, what shall we do! Escaping goblins to be caught by wolves is like out of the frying pan and into the fire!

Whatever is done for love always occurs beyond good and evil.

I've had two unlucky injuries that are the equivalent of walking under 1,000 ladders and seeing 1,000 black cats.

We can allow satellites, planets, suns, universe, nay whole systems of universes, to be governed by laws, but the smallest insect, we wish to be created at once by special act.

The IRS wants you to use this form because it gets to keep most of your money. So unless you have pond silt for brains, you want the long form.

The purpose of conservation: The greatest good to the greatest number of people for the longest time.

Our tools are extensions of our purposes, and so we find it natural to make metaphorical attributions of intentionality to them; but I take it no philosophical ice is cut by such examples.

The paintings are kind of set in the past, present, and future all at once.

When I am silent, I have thunder hidden inside.

But do you ever think of me, when you lie? Lie down in your bed, your bed of lies.