Extraits

I like the stars. It's the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they're always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can prentend... I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortal flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don't last ; and stars and galaxies are transcient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend...

Someone once brought me a flower, clandestinely. That means I don't know who it was. And I never saw the flower neither. Maybe they never brought it at all. I don't know.

What do you think, lady...?

-I think you're very nice. I think twinkle's a nice word. So is viridian. I met a lady once who had an imaginary fish.

When I dream, sometimes I remember how to fly.

Sister, where should we start?

-Here?

-Very good. We are here. Where should we travel to?

-... Somewhere that's not here?

-That was the idea, yes.

I got, what, fifteen thousand years. That's pretty good. Isn't it? I lived a pretty long life.

-You lived what anybody gets, Bernie. You got a lifetime. No more. No less. You got a lifetime.

I can do this on my own if I want to. It's just I might get distracted, and I get lost kind of easily, and sometimes I have really bad days. When, you know, I just want to hide or scream or bleed or something and... all that.

When you say words a lot, they don't mean anything... Or maybe they don't mean anything anyway, and we just think they do.