“I dream of the stars, I let the words slip gaily from my mouth as my imagination finally got carried away. I dream of taking every one of them in my hands and kissing them.”

“Sometimes, trust is something born only out of necessity. A curtain we draw to hide the ugly truth in order to convince ourselves that everything is fine, when deep down, we know nothing is fine. C...”

“I rocketed a commanding finger to the heavens and it rained stardust upon our young heads.”

“I wrapped my fingers around the first light I saw and felt all at once so happy and so sad and so free. My hand was cold somehow as I lifted the tiny star out of the water and brought its trembling...”

“Is the ocean simply a great pool of tears? I should like to think that even the stars must cry.”

“Bravery is never measured by the magnitude of the actions, but rather by the choices made.”

“But youre out of another world old kid You ought to live on top of the Woolworth Building in an apartment made of cutglass and cherry blossoms.”

“[Poem: Slates of Grey]Sullen faces like slates of greyWhat Id seen on a walk today.Bodies rushing bodies boltingTime for life a disregarding.Money to make and to grow oldWhat about the hands to hol...”

“I would describe the distinction between city and landscape like this: cities tend to excite and agitate me; they make me feel big or small, self-confident, proud, curious, excited, tense, annoyed....”

“Sometimes, trust is something born only out of necessity. A curtain we draw to hide the ugly truth in order to convince ourselves that everything is fine, when deep down, we know nothing is fine. C...”

“I rocketed a commanding finger to the heavens and it rained stardust upon our young heads.”

“I wrapped my fingers around the first light I saw and felt all at once so happy and so sad and so free. My hand was cold somehow as I lifted the tiny star out of the water and brought its trembling...”

“...yes I understand your spellsyour sex magicat least, I know this: all lights dim when you walk in...”

“The whole of Paris was lit up. The tiny dancing flames had bespangled the sea of darkness from end to end of the horizon, and now, like millions of stars, they burned with a steady light in the ser...”

“...yes I understand your spells—your sex magic—at least, I know this: all lights dim when you walk in...”