“Nothing belongs to itself anymore. These trees are yours because you once looked at them. These streets are yours because you once traversed them. These coffee shops and bookshops, these cafés and bars, their sole owner is you. They gave themselves so willingly, surrendering to your perfume. You sang with the birds and they stopped to listen to you. You smiled at the sheepish stars and they fell into your hair. The sun and moon, the sea and mountain, they have all left from heartbreak. Nothing belongs to itself anymore. You once spoke to Him, and then God became yours. He sits with us in darkness now to plot how to make you ours.” K.K.”

“Kamand, die every dayso you rememberto live.”

“Retrospect: the sweetener of life.”

“People don’t remember lessons. They remember stories.”

“Don’t worry if you don’t accomplish everything in this life. Fortunately, death overcomes every thing—even the very thing that tried to kill us.”

“To be wise means to know when to stay silent.”

“You might just find God in a mirror one day.”

“There are some days we can claim and there are other days that claim us.”

“I think whenever there’s potential for beauty, beauty can be found. And everything has potential for beauty.”

“You are not who you think.You're not even the thinker.You are the one conscious of the thought.”

“A man's shortcoming lies in the belief that he must always assert his manliness. A woman's shortcoming lies in the belief that she must always repress it.”