“And yet I feel so sad for some reason.”

“I could see no reason for being sad. It´s just that it makes me unhappy not to feel happy.”

“How sad the world is, so beautiful yet so absurd…”

“But now the joy is gone and the sadness is back, the sadness feels like something deserved, the price of some not-quite-forgotten betrayal.”

“But I don't feel sad about it. Because Mother is dead. And because Mr. Shears isn't around anymore. So I would be feeling sad about something that isn't real and doesn't exist. And that would be stupid.”

“Why are you so sad?
- Because you speak to me in words and I look at you with feelings.”

“Some feelings sink so deep into the heart that only loneliness can help you find them again. Some truths are so painful that only shame can help you live with them. Some things are so sad that only your soul can do the crying for them.”

“Um. Well, I think that's really sad, but everything happens for a reason. I don't know how that would be a reason. I guess I haven't been in that position, so I wouldn't be able to judge that.”

“It’s just that I feel so sad these wonderful nights. I sort of feel they’re never coming again, and I’m not really getting all I could out of them.”

“I feel awed by the mystery of being both so finite and yet so infinite, so much and so little, so conscious and yet, so coincidental.”