My thoughts are star I cannot fathom into constellations.
All these stars are silent. You — you alone — will have the stars as no one else has them.
We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
Look up at the stars and you're gone.
"If I owned a silk scarf, " he said, "I could put it around my neck and take it away with me. If I owned a flower, I could pluck that flower and take it away with me. But you cannot pluck the stars from heaven..."
I own the stars, because nobody else before me ever thought of owning them.