I regret that it takes a life to learn how to live.

Only now do I understand the war against boredom, the lost cause of empty hours, of empty days and nights.

I am willing to be annoying if that's what was necessary.

I'm interested in the kind of religion that makes life harder. I'm not so interested in the comforting kind of religion.

I was more alone than if I had been alone.

We had everything to say to each other, but no ways to say it

I missed you even when I was with you. That’s been my problem. I miss what I already have, and I surround myself with things that are missing.