“It s shitty I guess. They re my friends. But... everything I want to talk about I can t say to them. It feels so separate, like I ve touched something that s taken the color out of me.”
“What was the point of being himself if he had to be alone?”
“It was at that moment he realized that his spirit was truly human once more. For he no longer remembered how to be alone without being lonely.”
“Nothing makes you feel more naked than someone identifying a desire you never knew you possessed.”
“I feel alone. I don t mean i feel lonely; I mean i feel alone, the same way i feel the blanket resting on my body, or the feathers of my pillow under my head, or the tight string of my sleep pants twisted up around my waist. I feel alone as if it were an actual thing, seeping throughout this whole level like mist blanketing a field, reaching into all the hidden corners of my room and finding nothing living but me. It s a cold sort of feeling, this.”
“Nothing is worse than being alone on the evening of the day when one s cow has exploded.”
“I wish I didn t have to think about you. You wanted to impress me; well, I m not impressed, I m disgusted...You wanted to make damn good and sure I d never be able to turn over in bed again without feeling that body beside me, not there but tangible, like a leg that s been cut off. Gone but the place still hurts.”
“Eventually, we all end up alone.”
“To be alone with yourself is to be alone. To be in the company of others is to be alone together. The only time you are not alone is when you forget yourself and reach out in love -- the lines of self blur, and just for a wild, flickering moment you experience the miracle of other. And now you know the secret.”
“Nobody makes anybody enlightened. Just tell them what you want to say, then let them decide for themselves.”
“There should be a little gap between you and your friends, though you ll miss their companionship and you ll also miss their disrespect.”
“The feeling of abandonment overwhelmed me as I realised that no one had waited, or cared where I was.”
“Well it’s good to have a car like that, once in a while somebody’ll say, ‘why don’t you come over for dinner?’ and I can just say, ‘Car won’t make it.’ I don’t have to tell them that time is scarcer than young pussy around here, and I don’t mean time to write POETRY. I mean time to lay in bed, alone, and stare up at the ceiling and not think at all, not at all, not at all…”
“You re alone, as I m alone, and the cruelest thing is that finding each other and saying let us be alone together won t solve a thing.”