“Oh well, maybe the only beauty left in cities is in the oil slicks on the road and maybe there isn't any beauty left in the people who live in these places.”

“Maybe Michael left a candle burning. Maybe be forgot to turn off his iron, or the oven. Maybe he left his dishwasher running and it was flooding the place, or a thirsty plant desperately needed water. Maybe I was way out of line.”

“Maybe home isn't a place. Maybe it's a feeling you have inside of you, being around the people who matter to you”

“Eventually, I think Chicago will be the most beautiful great city left in the world.”

“Maybe our story will turn out differently if we take the left fork, maybe the bad things that are waiting to happen to us won’t happen, maybe there’s happiness at the end of the left fork and warm places with the people who love us and no Noise but no silence neither and there’s plenty of food and no one dies and no one dies and no one never never dies.Maybe.But I doubt it.”

“Maybe there isn't a meaning to life. Maybe there's only a meaning to living.”