What I feel for her is a wholly different emotion. It stands and walks on its own, living and breathing and throbbing and shaking me to the roots of my being.

Don't you think it would be wonderful to get rid of everything and everybody and just go some place where you don't know a soul?

There is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.

The ones with no imagination are always the quickest to justify themselves.

I was reduced to pure concept. My flesh had dissolved; my form had dissipated. I floated in space. Liberated of my corporeal being, but without dispensation to go anywhere else.I was adrift in the void. Somewhere across the fine line separating nightmare from reality.

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

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.