No matter how unappealing, each of them imagines he is somehow worthy.
He reminded me of someone who put your fingers in the door and smiled and talked to you while he smashed them.
What happened to a dream without a dreamer?
How easy I was. Like a limpet I attached myself to anything, anyone who showed me the least attention.
Depression, suffering and anger are all part of being human.
Once you get below the floor of our personal identities, we're all connected. Perhaps that's why we can move into others' lives.