Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?

But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o'clock in the morning.

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.

Exerting yourself to the fullest within your individual limits: that's the essence of running, and a metaphor for life

Spending plenty of time on something can be the most sophisticated form of revenge.

The facts and techniques or whatever they teach you in class isn't going to be veryuseful in the real world, that's for sure.

Generally, people who are good at writing letters have no need to write letters. They've got plenty of life to lead inside their own context.