... deep down nobody is bad, only frightened.

I've always thought that anyone who needs to join a herd so badly must be a bit of a sheep himself.

The rain was still crashing down, angrily machine-gunning the large windows; it poured through the gutters up in the tower and funneled along the flat roof, sounding like footsteps on the ceiling.

I think you judge yourself too severely, a quality that always distinguishes people of true worth.

Julian once wrote that coincidences are the scars of fate. There are no coincidences, Daniel. We are puppets of our subconscious desires.

A story is a letter that the author writes to himself, to tell himself things that he would be unable to discover otherwise.

. . .sometimes one feels freer speaking to a stranger than to people one knows. Why is that?" “Probably because a stranger sees us the way we are, not as he wishes to think we are.