“We stand in silence for another moment and I realize how lucky I am to have someone I can be myself around in all my melancholy glory.”

“Sitting in the middle of my own constellation I can't imagine how I'll feel if you don't come.”

“If we were watching a show for two hours I would go if it meant being with her.”

“It's funny how there can be something special about that one person isn't it?”

“I stand here on this spring day in the center of my life. Chaos, din, and beauty. For a moment, I am still.”

“Hortensio finishes reading the letter and puts it back into his shell. Then he makes himself even more comfortable on his leaves, looking at the starry sky, at how clear it was, as he could see it through the window of the room, and felt proud and happy. I mean, after all, how many can say that they have colored the world with their own colors?”

“And Hortensio falls asleep happily and starts snoring, although nobody could hear him snoring, because nobody can hear the noises that snails make, all around the world.”