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

A state of chronic powerlessness eats away at a person

A strange, terrific force unlike anything I've ever experienced is sprouting in my heart, taking root there, growing. Shut up behind my rib cage, my warm heart expands and contracts independent of my will--over and over.

They were each like a mirror for the other, reflecting the changes in themselves.

People lose fifty million skin cells every day. The cells get scraped off and turn into invisible dust, and disappear into the air. Maybe we are nothing but skin cells as far as the world is concerned.

In dreams begins responsiblities.

One foot in front of the other. Repeat as often as necessary to finish.