“Sometimes when I'm talking, my words can't keep up with my thoughts. I wonder why we think faster than we speak. Probably so we can think twice.”
“. . .sometimes one feels freer speaking to a stranger than to people one knows. Why is that?"“Probably because a stranger sees us the way we are, not as he wishes to think we are.”
“Sometimes We Think So much That We Forget That We Are Talking To Ourself”
“Sometimes when we think we are keeping a secret, the secret is actually keeping us.”
“Sometimes I wonder how we can be so sure what it is God sees. How arrogant we are, I sometimes think, to imagine there's someone watching us every minute. To think our every action matters that much.”
“Do you think we can be friends?” I asked.He stared up at the ceiling. “Probably not, but we can pretend.”