“And in the end, I think, we're all just trying to survive, aren't we?”

“I mean, we're all trying to find out who the hell we are, aren't we?”

“We aren't in high school. We aren't really in our families and we aren't in our houses. Those are the places we grew up and the times we spent together, but they aren't us. If we think they are, then we're lost, because times end and places are lost. We aren't any place or any time . . . We are everywhere.”

“We're all born nameless, aren't we? And the name we end up with has only peripherally to do with our family tree.”

“We're all just songs in the end. If we are lucky.”

“There are so many moments to remember and sometimes I think that maybe we're not really people at all. Maybe moments are what we are.... Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more.”