..finally he was just another ant, working and working until he died without meaning.

Something in her small eyes caught the sunlight and glistened, like a glacier on the faraway face of a mountain.

I can't understand nothingness. I can't understand it and I can't imagine it.

The others in the dorm thought I wanted to be a writer, because I was always alone with a book, but I had no such ambition. There was nothing I wanted to be.

Adults need more complex narratives. They have their own narratives. The main characters are themselves.

I'm all alone, but I'm not lonely.

I don't want our relationship to end like this. You're one of the very few friends I have, and it hurts not being able to see you. When am I going to be able to talk to you? I want you to tell me that much, at least.