“Please, don't go. It's lonely. There's a hole in my head as big as the world and it's so very lonely...”

“t's so lonely when you don't even know yourself.. it's so lonely.”

“It's lonely to say goodbye. Very lonely. Please. Cry with me. Maybe there's nothing we can do about this. But at least, for now...cry with me. Like your entire body...is screaming at the sky. Like it's raging against the world. I lost something. And I don't have a single guarantee. The fear of living in this world again after that...I have only a shred of hope to sustain me. So I want you at least...to cry. Cry. Cry with me. Like the day you were first born into this world.”

“There's a hole in the world like a great black pitand the vermin of the world inhabit itand its morals aren't worth what a pig could spitand it goes by the name of London.At the top of the hole sit the privileged fewMaking mock of the vermin in the lonely zooturning beauty to filth and greed...I too have sailed the world and seen its wonders,for the cruelty of men is as wonderous as Perubut there's no place like London!”

“...I thought it was safer and easier to be one my own. But I don't think I was to be invisible anymore because-because it's lonely, and I don't want to be lonely. I don't want to be alone.”

“The trouble is not really in being alone, it's being lonely. One can be lonely in the midst of a crowd, don't you think?”