“How did they meet? By chance, like everybody … Where did they come from? From the nearest place. Where were they going? Do we know where we are going?”

“Where did love go?
Where did love go?
Are our souls empty?
Are we done yet?”

“We can't choose where we come from, but we can choose where we go from there.”

“If we don’t know where we’re going, we’ll probably get there; if where we are going is how we get there, we are already where we are going.”

“But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things.”

“If you do not know where you come from, then you don't know where you are, and if you don't know where you are, then you don't know where you're going. And if you don't know where you're going, you're probably going wrong.”

“Where did you come from? Where did you go? Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye-Joe? Da-ba-blee-bla-bla-d'oh, get the f*** out there right now! I don't have the patience for you! Oh my god, all my systems are failing…”

“Only barbarians are not curious about where they come from, how they came to be where they are, where they appear to be going, whether they wish to go there, and if so, why, and if not, why not.”

“It is not like we have a piece written out that we improvise on. We know where we are going but we don’t know how we are going to get there.”

“Where did this come from? Do you know what this is? Luca is going to sneak out of bed in the middle of the night and squirt it on his tongue. It's like drugs for ten-year-olds. Today it's Ice Magic. Tomorrow, heroin.”