“Did you ever watch a smoke ring and how it appears? That’s like our thoughts. They disappear in the same way.”

“That’s pretty much how we get through our own lives, watching television. Smoking crap. Self-medicating. Redirecting our attention. Jacking off. Denial.”

“i been meek, and hard like an oak, i seen pretty people disappear like smoke. friends will arrive, friends will disappear. if you want me, honey baby, i'll be here.”

“I think about the Old Ones, that they have a past but no history. I think about the inevitability of death, and whether it’s not that very inevitability that inspires us to take photographs and make scrapbooks and tell stories. That that’s how we humans find our way to immortality. This is not a new thought; I’ve had such thoughts before. But I have a new thought now. That that’s how we find our way toward meaning. Meaning. If you’re going to die, you want to find meaning in life. You want to connect the dots.”

“There is always something sad about the trams, may be because they are like our lives: They appear from nothingness and disappear in the horizon of the crowds.”

“No one will ever love you like I did, or as long. That’s what I told you, but I lied. I love you more than I ever did before, and for far longer.”