“I was ripped from my body, I was less than spirit, less than the meanest ghost . . . but still, I was alive.”
“In my dreams, I kill him every night,' Robert admitted. 'A thousand deaths will still be less than he deserves'.”
“Bread, soup - these were my whole life. I was a body. Perhaps less than that even: a starved stomach. The stomach alone was aware of the passage of time.”
“...I realized that I knew less about loneliness than I had thought - and much less than I would know when he went away.”
“Truly, nothing in the world has so occupied my thoughts as this I, this riddle, the fact I am alive, that I am separated and isolated from all others, that I am Siddhartha! And about nothing in the world do I know less about than me, about Siddhartha!”
“i want to never settle for anything less than my soul on paper.”