“Me, feeling. What a concept.”

“In our time no one has the conception of what is great. It is up to me to show them.”

“What do I know about love? Not much-that’s the safe answer. Even when I think I have a grasp on it, something comes along to make me realize I don’t know anything at all. It’s just a concept to me. It’s the thing that all the songs are written about, the thing that makes smart people act stupidly. If I can make love a concept, it makes me a better observer. And it also leaves a place inside of me hollow. Sometimes I can actually feel it. To reach down inside that part-I wonder how it would feel, to touch a void. That nameless empty.This makes me seem lonely, which isn’t really true. I have other parts of me—friendship, for one—which compensate for the void. I can’t feel the nothingness except in those rare times when there’s nothing else to feel.”

“You restored me to the concept of home.”

“I realized that the "thing" and the "concept" were substituted for feeling and understood the falsity of the world of will and idea”

“Art actually happens somewhere in the space between clarity and ambiguity, concept and intuition, thought and feeling.”