The important thing was that we were being polite and not saying all the things that were making us unhappy, which was the only way we knew how to love each other.

She missed the built environment of New York City. It was only in an urban landscape, amid straight lines and architecture, that she could situate herself in human time and history. She missed people. She missed human intrigue, drama and power struggles. She needed her own species, not to talk to, necessarily, but just to be among, as a bystander in a crowd or an anonymous witness.

What if I travel so far away in my dreams that I can't get back in time to wake up?

The past is weird. I mean, does it really exist ? It feels like it exists, but where is it ? And if it did exists, but doesn’t now, then where did it go ?

Everything in the universe is constantly changing, and nothing stays the same, and we must understand how quickly time flows by if we are to wake up and truly live our lives.

No matter how much bullying they inflict on my body, as long as I have this hope, I can endure any pain.

The important thing was that we were being polite and not saying all the things that were making us unhappy, which was the only way we knew how to love each other.