Of what value is a civilization that can't toast a piece of bread as ordered?

The world in books seemed so much more alive to me than anything outside. I could see things I'd never seen before. Books and music were my best friends. I had a couple of good friends at school, but never met anyone I could really speak my heart to.

My very existence, my life in the world, seemed like a hallucination. A strong wind would make me think my body was about to be blown to the end of the earth, to some land I had never seen or heard of, where my mind and body would separate forever. “Hold tight,” I would tell myself, but there was nothing for me to hold on to.

I couldn't tell wether the hole that opened up inside me was from missing you or from the change of season

Memory is so crazy! It's like we've got these drawers crammed with tons of useless stuff. Meanwhile, all the really important things we just keep forgetting, one after the other.

You don't have to judge the whole world by your own standards. Not everybody is like you, you know.

I'm a writer, not a professional runner. It's fun and it helps me write. I need powerful concentration.