“How was it possible for the world to be so beautiful and so cruel at the same time?”

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

“How is it possible for the beauty that was there only minutes before to vanish so quickly?”

“It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness of pain: of strength and freedom. The beauty of disappointment and never-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature and everlasting beauty of monotony.”

“I don't know how I can be so ambitious and so lazy at the same time.”

“How did we become so intrigued by risk – and so worried about it at the same time?”

“After everything that's happened, how can the world still be so beautiful? Because it is.”

“There is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.”

“How marvelous books are, crossing worlds and centuries, defeating ignorance and, finally, cruel time itself.”

“We all didn't come into to the world at the same time so it makes sense that we don't leave it at the same time.”