“Love, with little hands,
Comes and touches you
With a thousand memories,
And asks you
Beautiful, unanswerable questions.”

“Perhaps depression is caused by asking oneself too many unanswerable questions.”

“Beauty is something that burns the hand when you touch it.”

“Reader, you may ask this question; in fact, you must ask this question: Is it ridiculous for a very small, sickly, big-eared mouse to fall in love with a beautiful human princess named Pea?
The answer is… yes. Of course, it's ridiculous.
Love is ridiculous.”

“My memory loves you… it asks about you all the time.”

“To be in love
Is to touch with a lighter hand.
In yourself you stretch, you are well.”

““He posed me a question which I must answer correctly—else he will not co-operate.”
“Huh? What was the question?
“I’ll ask you. Martha, what is the meaning of life?”
“What! Why, what a stupid question!”
“He did not ask it stupidly.”
“It’s a psychopathic question, unlimited, unanswerable, and, in all probability, sense free.””

“When you love something, you'll always come back to it. You'll always keep asking questions, and finding answers.”

“You love the beauty that you can see and touch and handle, the beauty that you can destroy, and do destroy, but of the unseen beauty of life, of the unseen beauty of a higher life, you know nothing.”

“When I try to forget you, your memories always makes a thousands question, when they don't get answers to questions, then your memories starts quarrels with me. I'm get lost in labyrinth of your memories because your memories make me desperate, how can I go away from you and from your memories, because your memories follow me everywhere and every moment.”