Why do people have to be this lonely? What's the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?

But knowing what I don’t want to do doesn’t help me figure out what I do want to do. I could do just about anything if somebody made me. But I don’t have an image of the one thing I really want to do. That’s my problem now. I can’t find the image.

Open your eyes, train your ears, use your head. If a mind you have, then use it while you can.

Everything was too sharp and clear, so that I could never tell where to start- the way a map that shows too much can sometimes be useless.

My face, my self, what would they mean to anybody? Just another stiff. So this self of mine passes some other's self on the street - what do we have to say to each other? Hey there! Hi ya!That's about it. Nobody raises a hand. No one turns around to take another look.

Autumn finally arrived. And when it did, I came to a decision. Something had to give: I couldn't keep on living like this.

There's an essential order you have to follow in everything. It's a way of showing respect, following everything in the correct order.