Over time, loneliness gets inside you and doesn't go away.

Time has taught me not to lose hope, yet not to trust too much in hope either.

The most despicable humans are the ones who always feel virtuous and look down on the rest of the world.

While you're working, you don't have to look life in the eye.

They had parted as boys, and now life presented one of them with a fugitive and the other with a dying man. Both wondered whether this was due to the cards they'd been dealt or to the way they had played them.

I wondered what on earth she saw in me that could make her want to befriend me, other than a pale reflection of herself, an echo of solitude and loss. In my ..reveries, we were always two fugitives riding on the spine of a book, eager to escape into worlds of fiction and second hand dreams

I turned you into a stranger in order to forget you and now I'm the stranger.