I dream. Sometimes I think that's the only right thing to do.

My heroes don't have anything special. They have something to tell other people but they don't know how, so they talk to themselves.

Has the dark shadow really disappeared? Or is it inside me, concealed, waiting for its chance to reappear? Like a clever thief hidden inside a house, breathing quietly, waiting until everyone’s asleep. I have looked deep inside myself, trying to detect something that might be there. But just as our consciousness is a maze, so too is our body. Everywhere you turn there’s darkness, and a blind spot. Everywhere you find silent hints, everywhere a surprise is waiting for you.

For a while" is a phrase whose length can't be measured.At least by the person who's waiting.

You’re here,” I continued. “At least you look as if you’re here. But maybe you aren’t. Maybe it’s just your shadow. The real you may be someplace else. Or maybe you already disappeared, a long, long time ago. I reach out my hand to see, but you’ve hidden yourself behind a cloud of probablys. Do you think we can go on like this forever?

What a terrible thing it is to wound someone you really care for and to do it so unconsciously.

If you think about it, an unfair society is a society that makes it possible for you to exploit your abilities to the limit.