“This life we endure - how strange, yet how jolly”
“Mayor: How horrible our Christmas will be! Jack Skellington: *No.* [the Mayor switches to his upset face] Jack Skellington: How *jolly*! Mayor: Oh. How *jolly* our Christmas will be”
“How mutable are our feelings, and how strange is that clinging love we have of life even in the excess of misery!”
“How strange that the nature of life is change, yet the nature of human beings is to resist change. And how ironic that the difficult times we fear might ruin us are the very ones that can break us open and help us blossom into who we were meant to be.”
“Strange how completely adequate a person looks on paper, yet how inadequate they feel inside.”
“How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!”