“We rested beneath the stars and I counted each one, giving it a reason why I loved you. It was wonderful until I ran out of stars.”

“And now each night, I count the stars.And each night I get the same number.And when the stars won't come to be counted,I count the holes they leave.”

“We ran for the forest, crashing through the stalks of wheat, beneath the rising moon and the stars spinning farther and farther away, alone beneath the godless sky.”

“Actors, actresses, singers, sportsmen &women, and all the rest of this pile; why the hell do they call them stars?!!I guess because there are so damn plenty of them, more than you can even count!”

“You, if you were sensible,When I tell you the stars flash signals,each one dreadful,You would not turn and answer meThe night is wonderful.”

“People ask every day, "Why was I put on earth?" As if there is perhaps one reason. The truth is that there are too many reasons to count, and each reason and each soul connects to every other,”