I’ve always wanted to be liked. It grieved me that I was treated with indifference. Left an orphan by Fortune, I wanted—like all orphans—to be the object of someone’s affection. This need has always been a hunger that went unsatisfied, and so thoroughly have I adapted to this inevitable hunger that I sometimes wonder if I really feel the need to eat. Whatever be the case, life pains me.

FIRST WATCHER Why do people die? SECOND WATCHER Perhaps because they don't dream enough.

Blessed are those who entrust their lives to no one.

Attention to detail and a perfectionist instinct, far from stimulating action, are character qualities that lead to renunciation. Better to dream than to be.

I take with me the conscience of defeat as a victory banner.

Could it think, the heart would stop beating.

pg 9, "The consciousness of life's unconsciousness is the oldest tax levied on the intelligence.