This squirrel is inadequately afraid of humans! Squirrel, I am a threat to you! We are enemies! Please get off my bench! Oh, god! Oh, god! Don't touch me—oh, god!

We’re as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, and we’re not likely to do either.

I can't remember, because I never knew.

"Nothing," I said. "I’m just…" I couldn’t finish the sentence, didn’t know how to. "I’m just very, very fond of you."

If people could see me the way I see myself - if they could live in my memories - would anyone love me?

So we gave up. I'd finally had enough of chasing after a ghost who did not want to be seen. We'd failed, maybe, but some mysteries aren't meant to be solved.

Did I help you to a fate you didn't want?