“Luck always seems like it belongs to someone else.”

“At the end, one didn't remember life as a whole but as just a string of moments.”

“I'm just not prepared to be treated like this anymore.''Treated like what?'She sighed, and it was a moment before she spoke. 'Like you always want to be somewhere else, with someone else.”

“If there was no one else involved, it would be an easy choice. But isn't that always the case? And there's always someone else involved.”

“If there were no one else involved, it would be an easy choice. But isn't that always the case? And there's always someone else involved.”

“Every day I am someone else. I am myself-I know I am myself-but I am also someone else.It has always been like this.”

“Why do we even bother? Why do we make ourselves so open to such easy damage? Is it all loneliness? Is it all fear? Or is it just to experience those narcotic moments of belonging with someone else?”