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.
"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..."
Look up at the stars and you're gone.
I own the stars, because nobody else before me ever thought of owning them.