All right, then, I thought: here I am in the bottom of a well.

Any explanation or logic that explains everything so easily has a hidden trap in it. I'm speaking from experience. Somebody once said if it's something a single book can explain, it's not worth having explained. What I mean is don't leap to any conclusions.

You don't have to judge the whole world by your own standards. Not everybody is like you, you know.

Life is not like water. Things in life don't necessarily flow over the shortest possible route.

Time is too conceptual. Not that it stops us from filling it in. So much so, we can't even tell whether our experiences belong to time or to the world of physical things.

Most everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories.

All I do is keep on running in my own cozy, homemade void, my own nostalgic silence. And this is a pretty wonderful thing. No matter what anybody else says.