“How little remains of the man I once was, save the memory of him! But remembering is only a new form of suffering.”
“Remembering is only a new form of suffering.”
“His laugh was like nails to a chalkboard. "I cannot remember a time when anything was new to me. I only ever see the tattered remains of what once was.”
“When a man has learned how to remain alone with his suffering, how to overcome his longing to flee, then he has little left to learn.”
“I remember scrutinizing his face. I remember drinking his face down to the last drop, trying to elucidate the character, the psychology of such an individual. And yet the only thing about him that has remained is my memory of his ugliness.”
“No matter how ugly the manner in which a man dies, it’s only the presence of a suffering human soul that is horrifying, once gone, what is left is only an object.”