Bruno, my old faithful. I haven't sufficiently described him. Is it enough to say he is indescribable? No. Better to try and fail than not to try at all.

Perhaps that is what it means to be a father - to teach your child to live without you.

The misery of other people is only an abstraction something that can be sympathized with only by drawing from one's own experiences. But as it stands, true empathy remains impossible. And so long as it is, people will continue to suffer the pressure of their seemingly singular existence.

The idea that we've outgrown ends up limiting us and we have to make a choice about what we're going to do in our lives.

...The plural of elf is elves! What a language! What a world!

there are two types of people in the world: those who prefer to be sad among others, and those who prefer to be sad alone.

I do realize that the reader needs some form of resolution. Sometimes I think of it almost like writing a musical score where things have to harmonize and certain lines have to come to a close.