We are all just passing through, and the world is indifferent to our passing.

Every ton of paper we recycle saves 17 trees. That's not just business, that's legacy.

The only obsession everyone wants: ‘love.’ People think that in falling in love they make themselves whole? The Platonic union of souls? I think otherwise. I think you’re whole before you begin. And the love fractures you. You’re whole, and then you’re cracked open.

I think that we communicate only too well, in our silence, in what is unsaid, and that what takes place is a continual evasion, desperate rearguard attempts to keep ourselves to ourselves.

我不是数学，我是音乐。

I don't know. Sometimes when I feel about to cry, it often evolves into an impulse to almost laugh. That must have been how I really felt at the time, because I laughed, almost giggled.