Perhaps... you love too fiercely.

Tell freedom I said hello.

I wonder if she has figured out that I'll never love Linden, especially not in the way she does, and that he'll never love anyone the way he loves her. I wonder if she realizes, despite all her efforts to train me, that I can never take her place.

Ah, love. That’s what the world has lost. There’s no more love, only the illusion of it.

It's the silence I imagine in the rest of the world, the silence of an endless ocean and uninhabitable island, a silence that can be seen from space.

For males twenty-five is the fatal age. For women it's twenty. We are all dropping like flies.

Maybe it is desperation. Maybe we can't let things fall apart without trying. We can't let go of the people we love.