“Mysteriously, as elusive as it is, this moment--where the eye is what it sees, where the heart is what it feels--this moment shows us that what is real is sacred”

“At what exact moment did the real turn into the unreal, reality into reverie? Where was the border? Where is the border?”

“Shakespeare can show us what we are like at moments when we cannot see ourselves.”

“What a world, she thought, where you could at one moment be under a cloud and the next, right in the heart of it; and then, in another moment, soaring high above them all.”

“No, explanation is not needed – only exclamation, a wondering heart, awakened, surprised, feeling the mystery of life each moment. Then, and only then, you know what truth is. And truth liberate”

“Our footsteps run, and I don't want them to end. I want to run and laugh and feel like this forever. I want to avoid any awkward moment when the realness of reality sticks its fork into our flesh, leaving us standing there, together. I want to stay here, in this moment, and never go to other places, where we don't know what to say or what to do.”