“I exercise myself in reflection, and consequently with me every primary cause at once draws after itself another still more primary, and so on to infinity.”
“As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself—so like a brother, really—I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again.”
“It's not like I want people to hate me. I'm just not about to go out of my way to make them like me, either. Being liked is wonderful and all, but that's not what life is about, you know?”
“I'd been on my own for ages, and I was convinced that there was no way I could be any more alone, but now I'd finally realized how truly alone I was. Despite the crowds of people, and all the different places, and a limitless supply of sounds and colors packed together, there was nothing here I could reach out and touch... And that would never change, no matter where I went in the world... I was unable to move.”
“I go about saying how pained and tormented, how lonely and sad I feel, but what do I really mean by that? If I were to speak the truth, I would die.”