“When Americans say it was great, I know it was good. When they say it was good, I know it was okay. When they say it was okay, I know it was bad.”

“I don't know how you say good-bye to whom and what you love. I don't know a painless way to do it, don't know the words to capture a heart so full and a longing so intense.”

“Yeah, I know I've changed. Nothing gets to me anymore. Well, okay, except for stuff in the past. Back then I was all innocent and trusting and didn't know anything. Now I know plenty and you can't fucking touch me.”

“Gjerji raises his hand. In English he says, "I like to tell in the words of a great American philosopher what freedom is.""Say it in your language to your peers," I urge.Gyerji makes his statement. The class grows silent and thoughtful; there is much nodding. Twain perhaps? Emerson? Diana sidles up and whispers in my ear. "He says to them that freedom is a word when nothing is anymore able to be losed."Janis Joplin, de-syntaxed.”

“No. It's actually not okay. And I hate when people say that, when they say it's okay even though it's not. It's better to tell the truth.”

“I just know that something good is gonna happen. I don't know when, but just saying it could even make it happen . . ." ~Kate Bush”

“although, i always follow the saying "Expect the Unexpected",when the good comes i act ordinarily but when its about the bad ones i act so surprised as i've never expected it i don't know why”