“…you guessed that somewhere, in heaven knew what country and what guise, there was someone who was part of your body and your brain, and that without him you were lost, a straw blown by the wind.”

“I guess this was what it felt like to love someone and feel like you had lost them. Even when you were still holding them in your arms.”

“From my own novel.Because in the City, you know there is nothing else, it is a place without roads, without real people, without life. Just an abandoned wreck; desolate; isolated; unloved. Somewhere you go when there is no more life inside of you, when you have no choice, no . . . desire, no personality. It’s a place where you go to die, and after you’re dead, your body is left to rot, and get blown by the wind into nothing, and there is no heaven, no hell, just earth and dust, and insects crawling over your bleached bones . . . it’s bliss.”

“You won’t fall madly out-of-your-brains in love? Let your world as you know it be blown to bits because you fall heart-crushingly head-over-heels for someone?”

“There is no feeling that is comparable to that of being truly lost. I don’t mean lost in the woods, or desert, but lost in the way that only can happen internally. Lost to the deepest,blackest pit of your soul, clinging to ghosts of past times, when you thought you knew who andwhat you were. When this happens, you have two choices; you can give in to your darkest inclinations,and accept what you are, or you can fight, knowing that it is a losing battle, that the good halfof your soul is strong, but can never erase the bad part.”

“FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE, MY HEART!For heaven's sake, my heart, keep secret your love, and hide the secret from those you see and you will have better fortune.He who reveals secrets is considered a fool; silence and secrecy are much better for him who falls in love.For heaven's sake, my heart, if someone asks, "What has happened?", do not answer.If you are asked, "Who is she?";Say she is in love with anotherAnd pretend that it is of no consequence.For heaven's sake, my love, conceal your passion; your sickness is also your medicine because love to the soul is as wine in a glass - what you see is liquid, what is hidden is its spirit.For heaven's sake, my heart, conceal your troubles; then, should the seas roar and the skies fall, you will be safe.”