But the day I can't shrug off a twinge of self-pity, is the day I'm washed up for keeps.

Apologies aren't something you want to get in the habit of practicing in the mirror

I want what we all want," said Carl. "To move certain parts of the interior of myself into the exterior world, to see if they can be embraced.

Listen to me. I’m shy. I’m not stupid. I can’t meet people’s eyes. I don’t know if you understand what that’s like. There’s a whole world going on around me, I’m aware of that. It’s not because I don’t want to look at you, Lucinda. It’s that I don’t want to be seen.

Nature, or at least birds and women, abhorred the invisible man.

Art is about eliminating almost everything in order to focus on the thing that you need to talk about.

To the resentment that hides inside love, to the loneliness that hides among companions.