It's just a feeling I have. What you see with your eyes is not necessarily real. My enemy is, among other things, the me inside me.

Sometimes, however, this sense of isolation, like acid spilling out of a bottle, can unconsciously eat away at a person’s heart and dissolve it.

I think most people live in fiction...That's how you keep your fragile body intact.

Reading was like an addiction; I read while I ate, on the train, in bed until late at night, in school, where I'd keep the book hidden so I could read during class. Before long I bought a small stereo and spent all my time in my room, listening to jazz records. But I had almost no desire to talk to anyone about the experience I gained through books and music. I felt happy just being me and no one else. In that sense I could be called a stack-up loner.

I'm the kind of person who has to totally commit to whatever I do.

Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who's in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It's like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven't seen in a long time.

It is not that the meaning cannot be explained. But there are certain meanings that are lost forever the moment they are explained in words.