“Most of the time it may seem like I'm staring into nothingness, but there's a whole world playing out in my head.”

“You're the best, most understanding boyfriend in the whole wide world." He sighs and returns my hung. "No I'm not," he says, pressing his lips to the side of my head. "I'm the most WHIPPED boyfriend in the whole wide world.”

“And it all flew away like a dream--even my passion, and yet it really was strong and true, but...where has it gone now? Indeed the thought occasionally flits through my head: "Didn't I go out of my mind then and spend the whole time sitting in a madhouse somewhere, and maybe I'm sitting there now--so that for me it was all a seeming and only seems to this day.”

“Sometimes it seems like everything’s changing;my whole world is rearranging.”

“It still is on the run,time that is.Sometimes it seems like everything’s changing;my whole world is rearranging.Everything’s different,and yet everything’s the same.Time is just a crazy game.”

“The whole world is like Whitewall's razors," I burst out. "It cuts us, and we bleed, but there's no purpose to it.”