Because you can get free of everything except the space where things have been

I was never a man of great ambition I cried too easily I didn't have a head for science Words often failed me While others prayed I only moved my lips

The accolades, just like the scrapes and bruises, fade in the end, and all you're left with is your ambition.

The truth is that she told me she couldn't love me. When she said goodbye, she was saying goodbye forever. And yet. I made myself forget. I don't know why. I keep asking myself. But I did.

When will you learn that there isn't a word for everything?

Loneliness: there is no organ that can take it all.

Sometimes I thought about nothing and sometimes I thought about my life. At least I made a living. What kind of living? A living. It wasn't easy. I found out how little is unbearable.