“For the first time in his existence, he knew he was drowning and he wasn't thinking about survival.”

“He needed his solitude at times, but he wasn't a hermit. He did a lot of socializing. Sometimes I think it was like he was storing up company for the times when he knew nobody would be around.”

“He wasn't terrified of nature's realities for he was naturally a good animal and instinctively knew how to survive.”

“He tried to drown his troubles but they knew how to swim.”

“It was as if he had known her for a long, long time and before he knew her, he knew nothing because he felt he had not existed then, life had been absent in his breaths.”

“There's a hurried intensity in the strokes--you can see where he scratched into the wet paint with the end of the brush. It's as if he knew there wasn't much time left. And yet, there's a serenity in his face, a sense of something that's survived its own ruin.”