“And then there are my friends, and they have their own lives. While they like to talk everything through, to analyze and hypothesize, what I really need, what I'm really looking for, is not something I can articulate. It's nonverbal: I need love. I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on.And I know it's around me somewhere, but I just can't feel it.”
“They go on like that and I can't understand, really I can't, what it's all about, and yet I feel terrible.”
“I can't tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels like.”
“I can't untangle, I can't untangle what I feel and what would matter most.”
“If I can't feel, if I can't move, if I can't think, and I can't care, then what conceivable point is there in living?”