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"There are some sorrows so great they are unspeakable, taking hold in the body and leaving a void after the fact. There are some depths that love can never again reach. The mind anoints every fossil with significance in an attempt to preserve it—but in time, they all invariably turn to dust.
Man's greatest sorrow is the loss of what was once his greatest desire."

"Finding myself at the border of life and death, I followed her echo as it led me toward death."

"It reminded me of a scene out of W. Somerset Maugham's memoirs: My life was extraordinarily lacking in all sense of reality, as if I were watching a different me playing various characters within a mirage. I wanted to be kicked out into reality so badly...."

"I'd prayed for him, and now that he had come, I surrendered, willing to do anything he asked. I wished that he would snatch my soul."

"When I was twenty, these two entered my orbit, and like every other nebula adrift, soon strayed from its center. Yet they came to represent something very important to me. And what was that? The answer is simple: beauty."

"Our beds would be separated by a wall. I'd sit on my bed and talk to you. You'd sit on your bed, too, and we could talk all day long... That'd be so much fun with no one else around."
"What if we ran out of things to talk about?"
"How can we run out of things to talk about? I'd pound on the wall and say I was tired. Then I'd go to sleep. When you wake up, you automatically have things to talk about again."

"I used to think that I could seek refuge in you. Those two words-seek refuge—were what I really wanted to do. You're the only person at this school I'm close to. It's happened three times now that I've gotten depressed and needed to escape.
Did you know these things? If you don't want me to seek refuge in you, sorry my skin's not thick enough to handle it.
What's wrong with that?"

"How can the world be this cruel? A human being has only so much in them, and yet you must learn through experience, until you finally reach the maddening conclusion that the world wrote you off a long time ago, or accept the prison sentence that your crime is your existence. And the world keeps turning as if nothing had happened."