The silence grew deeper, so deep that if you listened carefully you might very well catch the sound of the earth revolving on its axis.

For a certain kind of person, love begins from something tiny or silly. From something like that or it doesnt begin at all.

Why do I act like this, agreeing when I really disagree, letting people force me to do things I don't want to do?

As long as I kept my body moving I could forget about the emptiness inside.

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

No matter what you tell me, no matter how legitimate your reasons, I can never just forget about you, I can never push the years we spent together out of my mind. I can't do it because it really happened, they are part of my life, and there is no way I can just erase them. That would be the same as erasing my own self.

There had to be something wrong with my life. I should have been born a Yugoslavian shepherd who looked up at the Big Dipper every night.