If I’d been someone else in a different world I’d've done something different, but I was myself and the world was the world, so I was silent.

If I’d been someone else in a different world I’d've done something different, but I was myself and the world was the world, so I was silent.

What do babies dream of? She must be dreaming of the before-life, just as I dream of the afterlife.

He couldn't bear to live, but he couldn't bear to die. He couldn't bear the thought of he making love to someone else, but neither could he bear the absence of the thought. And as for the note, he couldn't bear to keep it, but he couldn't bear to destroy it either.

She wanted nothing more than someone to miss, to touch, with whom to speak like a child, with whom to be a child.

We talked about nothing in particular, but it felt like we were talking about the most important things.

I realized I was on a something island. 'How did I get here,' I wondered, surrounded by Nothing, "and how can I get back?