Not to excuse myself, but when you have people right in front of you denying your very presence like that, then see if you don't doubt whether you actually exist. I look at my hands half expecting to see clear through them.

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

Nights without work I spend with whisky and books.

People fall in love without reason, without even wanting to. You can't predict it. That's love.

Each of us possesses a tangible living soul. The system has no such thing. We must not allow the system to exploit us.

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?

Life might just be an absurd, even crude, chain of events and nothing more.