I feel sorry for anyone who is in a place where he feels strange and stupid.

The life where nothing was ever unexpected. Or inconvenient. Or unusual. The life without colour, pain or past.

...you can pretend that bad things will never happen. But life's a lot easier if you realize and admit that sometimes they do.

It's just that...without the memories, it's all meaningless.

Time goes on, and your life is still there, and you have to live it. After a while you remember the good things more often than the bad. Then, gradually, the empty silent parts of you fill up with sounds of talking and laughter again, and the jagged edges of sadness are softened by memories.

But there's a whole world waiting, still, and there are good things in it.

Maybe someday, if I succeed at something, I'll stop saying, "It isn't fair" about everything else.

Looking back together, telling our stories to one another, we learn how to be on our own.

There are those, I think, who are attracted to the glitz of celebrity life. I am not one of them.