If I could stay here, that would be great.

In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.

A man's heart leads him like a slave

An absence of words, an absence of rocks.

I may only be dirt, but even dust can float and be beautiful in the morning sun.

We are hard-pressed in every way, but not cramped beyond movement; we are perplexed, but not absolutely with no way out.

We can only be one person

Man, the things that come to us in the middle of the night.

Even prophets lay down under trees. Even heroes get tired.

Joy Division – 1980