“Blooming under a cold moon, we are like fireworks…
Rising, shining, and finally scattering and fading.
So until that moment comes when we vanish like fireworks…
Lets us sparkle brightly,
Always…”

“Luminous words, like those drops of light we see in fireworks.”

“We all shine on… like the moon and the stars and the sun… we all shine on… come on and on and on…”

“I guess we all like to be recognized not for one piece of fireworks but for the ledger of our daily work.”

“We love until we do not. For us, love doesn't fade gradually. It snaps like a branch bent too far.”

“When we are young, the words are scattered all around us. As they are assembled by experience, so also are we, sentence by sentence, until the story takes shape.”

“It was always late at night, when everything and everyone else was quiet, that those voices would rise like ghosts, soft and haunting, filling your mind until sleep finally came.”

“They were letting off fireworks down at the waterfront, the sky exploding in grenades of colour. Whatever it is that pulls the pin, that hurls you past the boundaries of your own life into a brief and total beauty - even for a moment - it is enough.”

“Begin doing what you want to do now. We are not living in eternity. We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand--and melting like a snowflake…”

“He's become like that briefcase in the ground-full of gems yet void of light, so nothing sparkles, nothing shines.”