It doesn't really matter what "genre" your book is. What matters is that it's a good book of its kind. Whatever that kind may be.

Freedom, like everything else, is relative.

But people will do anything rather than admit that their lives have no meaning. No use, that is. No plot.

It was like being in an elevator cut loose at the top. Falling, falling, and not knowing when you will hit.

A suicide is both a rebuke to the living and a puzzle that defies them to solve it. Like a poem, suicide is finished and refuses to answer questions as to its final cause.

There is never only one, of anyone

So this was the rest of his life. It felt like a party to which he'd been invited, but at an address he couldn't actually locate. Someone must be having fun at it, this life of his; only, right at the moment, it wasn't him.