This world of ours is piled high with farewells and goodbyes of so many different kinds, like the evening sky renewing itself again and again from one instant to the next-and I didn’t want to forget a single one.

Nothing exists in this world but me and my bed…” (p. 141).

Me, when I'm utterly exhausted by it all, when my skin breaks out, on those lonely evenings when I call my friends again and again and nobody's home, then I despise my own life - my birth, my upbringing, everything.

People aren't overcome by situations or outside forces. Defeat comes from within.

People who are going to get along really well know it almost as soon as they meet. You spend a little while talking and everyone starts to feel this conviction, you're all equally sure that you're at the beginning of something good. That's how it is when you meet people you're going to be with for a long time.

Sometimes people put up walls, not to keep others out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.

No matter what, I want to continue living with the awareness that I will die. Without that, I am not alive.