White Album

Yes, maybe the button was already pushed by then.

Do you believe in long-plotted encounters?

Hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, back to back, and then... we don't have to take off our clothes.

Sometimes you feel like you understand someone beyond imagination. A lot of times it's the opposite though.

A good way to forget your troubles...How about getting involved in somebody else's?

A mental image is something that needs constant building up. It crumbles easily.

The less time you have, the more you can do. The more you do. Of course, love is no exception.

Memories don't need to be prettied up like a play. The minute you say them aloud, they're all lies.

Sumo Wrestling by yourself isn't lonely just because you don't have a partner. The eyes of the audience sting, too.

Time won't take care of the feelings building up in your heart. It just labels them "forgotten."

“Restriction. Deception. Deprivation. Giving. Waiting is more trying than all of these.”

Even though the glass was tipped over, didn't you notice? Not even one drop of water remained.

I've never been able to tune properly. I keep thinking that it could sound better.

The things you can't find will destroy what's around you. Because they're not there, there's nothing that can be done.

When I think back to my childhood, the embarrassment I feel is agonizing. Compared to that...

There are lies one wants exposed. There are truths one does not want to believe in. There is one of each.

Don't bugs have it too easy? They shut themselves away in their shells, and yet they're claustrophobic.

They usually say you move on to the next when you're bored with what you have. Although, I usually seem to be bored well before

Love is not rational. The lovers who said this were poets, critics, and philosophers.

I want to return to the fork in the road. I should have gone right instead. I've regretted every second since then.

Worried you're not a good speaker? Try talking with your eyes. It'll make you want to talk in no time.

We hope to catch colds in order to be nursed and fed. We don't even imagine the pain we're about to endure.

Night does nothing for you. The sun is what makes things fade.

It's somebody else's fault. Not mine. It's all somebody's else's fault. And not at all...

And thus we sit together now, and all night long we have not stirred.