Not that we were incompatible: we just had nothing to talk about.

At least he never walked.

It's just like sex; when [a book is] finished, it's finished.

Have you ever had that feeling—that you’d like to go to a whole different place and become a whole different self?

But what seems like a reasonable distance to one person might feel too far to somebody else.

...most people in the world don't really use their brains to think. And people who don't think are the ones who don't listen to others.

Like flowers scattered in a storm, a man's life is a long farewell.