Don’t do it. Don’t love me.

I had no Freedom. I had nothing.

Look, let me put it this way: with me, you’re number one and there isn’t even a number two.

People were interesting at first. Then later, slowly but surely, all the flaws and madness would manifest themselves. I would become less and less to them; they would mean less and less to me.

I am a dolt of a man, easily made happy or even stupidly happy almost without cause and left alone I am mostly content.

People just weren't interesting. Maybe they weren't supposed to be. But animals, birds, even insects were. I couldn't understand it.

There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out.