I have loved works of fiction precisely for their illusions, for the author's sleight-of-hand in showing me the magic, what appeared in the right hand but not in the left.

Why do you think you are missing something you never had?

We are living in a world where everything is false. The society is like bright paint applied on top of rotten wood.

Can you imagine how it is, to want to be neither inside nor outside, to want to be nowhere and disappear?

You must think for yourself, what you must do. If someone tells you, then you are not trying. -An-mei

I thought this man had long ago drained everything from my heart. But now something strong and bitter flowed and made me feel another emptiness in a place I didn't know was there. I cursed this man aloud so he could hear. You had dog eyes. You jumped and followed whoever called you. Now you chase your own tail.

I have loved works of fiction precisely for their illusions, for the author's sleight-of-hand in showing me the magic, what appeared in the right hand but not in the left.