they simply never understand, do they, that sometimes solitude is one of the most beautiful things on earth?

Most people are not ready for death, theirs or anybody elses.

I went home each night dizzy and sick. He was murdering me with the sound of his voice.

A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.

and getting dressed we talk about what else there might be to do, but being together solves most of it, in fact, solves all of it

I can almost understand why people leap from bridges.

I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn’t understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go. Suicide? Jesus Christ, just more work. I felt like sleeping for five years but they wouldn’t let me.