Who can really distinguish between the sea and what's reflected in it? Or tell the difference between the falling rain and loneliness?

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

Losing you is most difficult for me, but the nature of my love for you is what matters. If it distorts into half-truth, then perhaps it is better not to love you. I must keep my mind but loose you.

If you can love someone with your whole heart, even one person, then there's salvation in life. Even if you can't get together with that person.

He does not exist here, with me, but flesh that does not exist will never die, and promises unmade are never broken.

I'm not trying to imply I can keep up this silent, isolated facade all the time. Sometimes the wall I've erected around me comes crumbling down. It doesn't happen very often, but sometimes, before I even realize what's going on, there I am--naked and defenseless and totally confused. At times like that I always feel an omen calling out to me, like a dark, omnipresent pool of water. ~page 10

It seemed to me that this world has a serious shortage of both logic and kindness.