Nobody really knows anybody completely, even if they've been married to 'em for 53 years, you know?
Parents don't know their children at all. No one knows anyone, in fact.
But it makes you wonder, doesn't it? Just how normal are we? Just who are the people we nod our hellos to as we pass on the street? A rather good question to ask - particularly in The Twilight Zone.
The mystery in how little we know of other people is no greater than the mystery of how much, Laurel thought.
No one will ever know anyone. We just have to deal with each other. You're not ever gonna know me.
The only people we can think of as normal are those we don't yet know very well.
One passes through the world knowing few, if any, of the important things about even the people with whom one has been from time to time in the closest intimacy.
Nobody knows anybody. Not that well.
It strikes me how strange people are. You can see them every day - you can think you know them - and then you fшnd out you hardly know them at all.
But it does make me sad that we've forgotten our names. Out of everything, this seems to me the most tragic. I miss my own and I mourn for everyone else's, because I'd like to love them, but I don't know who they are.
If you don't really know someone, everyone forms an opinion. That's part of life.
I'm so interested in the fact that we really don't know anybody. We think we know the people close to us, but we don't, we really don't.
We know so little about each other. We lie mostly submerged, like ice floes, with our visible social selves projecting only cool and white.
If you're asking me to compare myself to other people, I don't really know what other people are like.
