Not that running away's going to solve everything. I don't want to rain on your parade or anything, but I wouldn't count on escaping this place if I were you. No matter how far you run. Distance might not solve anything.

Being alive, if you had to define it, meant emitting a variety of smells.

Sometimes we don't need words. Rather, it's words that need us. If we were no longer here, words would lose their whole function. They would end up as words that are never spoken, and words that aren't spoken are no longer words. - (Where I'm Likely To Find It)

Nothing in the real world is as beautiful as the illusions of a person about to lose consciousness.

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

The better you were able to imagine what you wanted to imagine, the farther you could flee from reality.

In his or her own way, everyone I saw before me looked happy. Whether they were really happy or just looked it, I couldn't tell. But they did look happy on this pleasant early afternoon in late September, and because of that I felt a kind of loneliness new to me, as if I were the only one here who was not truly part of the scene.