Sex is an extremely subtle undertaking, unlike going to the department store on a Sunday to buy a thermos.

My only passions were books and music. As you might guess, I led a lonely life… Not that I knew what I wanted in life - I didn’t. I loved reading novels to distraction, but didn’t write well enough to be a novelist; being an editor or a critic was out, too, since my tastes ran to the extremes. Novels should be for pure personal enjoyment, I decided, not part of your work or study. That’s why I didn’t study literature

When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth.

What’s most important is what you can’t see but can feel in your heart. To be able to grasp something of value, sometimes you have to perform seemingly inefficient acts. But even activities that appear fruitless don’t necessarily end up so. That’s the feeling I have, as someone who’s felt this, who’s experienced it.

That's evolution. Evolution's always hard. Hard and bleak. No such thing as happy evolution

It's the real world, full of gaps and inconsistencies and anticlimaxes.

What I think is this: You should give up looking for lost cats and start searching for the other half of your shadow.