Well, think of what I’m doing to you right now. For me I’m the self, and you’re the object. For you, of course, it’s the exact opposite—you’re the self to you and I’m the object. And by exchanging self and object, we can project ourselves onto the other and gain self-consciousness. Volitionally.” “I still don’t get it, but it sure feels good.” “That’s the whole idea,” the girl said.

Everyone who has something is afraid of losing it, and people with nothing are worried they'll forever have nothing. Everyone is the same.

Does G get angry because it follows F in the alphabet? Does page 68 in a book start a revolution because it follows 67?

Her pupils have taken on a lonely hue, like grey clouds reflected in a calm lake.

Everybody thinks I'm this delicate little girl. But you can't tell a book by it's cover.' To which she added a momentary smile.

Our faces were no more than ten inches apart but she was lightyears away from me.

The world is full of ways and means to waste time.