"Bien sûr je te ferai mal. Bien sûr tu me feras mal. Bien sûr nous aurons mal. Mais ça, c'est la condition de l'existence. Se faire printemps, c'est prendre le risque de l'hiver. Se faire présent, c'est prendre le risque de l'absence."
"I want to be someone who walks the streets with the hands in their pockets, smiling at people. I want to go to a little café on my own and read a book. I want to take photos of strangers I meet. I want to sit in the park and write poems about the leaves changing the way we do. I want to watch raindrops falling and children playing. Even if it only lasts for a minute, I want to be the reason for someone’s eyes to light up. I don’t have to be someone important; I just want to be someone.
Instead, I’ll keep on sitting at my window, spinning stories in my head and reminding myself how to breathe right.”