Even if you don't acknowledge it, people die, and guys sleep with girls. That's just how it is.

You’re here,” I continued. “At least you look as if you’re here. But maybe you aren’t. Maybe it’s just your shadow. The real you may be someplace else. Or maybe you already disappeared, a long, long time ago. I reach out my hand to see, but you’ve hidden yourself behind a cloud of probablys. Do you think we can go on like this forever?

Nobody likes being alone that much. I don't go out of my way to make friends, that's all. It just leads to disappointment.

I learned that realism can come in all shapes and sizes. The world is big enough for different values to coexist.

Which is why I am writing this book. To think. To understand. It just happens to be the way I'm made. I have to write things down to feel I fully comprehend them.

I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt but I was wrong.

Between a high, solid wall and an egg that breaks against it, I will always stand on the side of the egg.