You're afraid of imagination and even more afraid of dreams. Afraid of the resposibility that begins in dreams. But you have to sleep and dreams are a part of sleep. When you're awake you can suppress imagination but you can't supress dreams.

Even if you managed to escape from one cage, weren't you just in another, larger one?

What was lost was lost. There was no retrieving it, however you schemed, no returning to how things were, no going back.

Everything in life is a metaphor.

No matter what you tell me, no matter how legitimate your reasons, I can never just forget about you, I can never push the years we spent together out of my mind. I can't do it because it really happened, they are part of my life, and there is no way I can just erase them. That would be the same as erasing my own self.

Most young people were getting jobs in big companies, becoming company men. I wanted to be individual.

The worst thoughts usually strike in the dead of the night.