“If I could make anything disappear, it would be hate.”

If you’re walking with your lady on the sidewalk, I still like to see a man walking street-side, to protect the lady from traffic. I grew up with that, and I hate to see something like that get lost. I still like to see that a man opens the door. I like those touches of chivalry that are fast disappearing.

I’m looking for me to disappear, and the acting to disappear, and all you see is a real person.

Nowadays, suicide is just a way of disappearing. It is carried out timidly, quietly, and falls flat. It is no longer an action, only a submission.

Pain results from a judgment you have made about a thing. Remove the judgment and the pain disappears.

I like the idea about somewhere there being a world… somewhere there’s a world that I don’t know about. But also, that somewhere, there was once something that disappeared.

Religion becomes a hollow shell of its former self when ritual remains and thoughtful reflection disappears.

It’s a long road when you face the world alone, when no one reaches out a hand for you to hold. You can find love if you search within your soul, and the emptiness you felt will disappear.

Having glimpsed a small part of life, men rise up and disappear as smoke, knowing only what each one has learned.