“You can sit up here, feeling above it all while knowing you’re not, coming to the lonely conclusion that the only thing you can ever really know about anyone is that you don’t know anything about them at all.”

“In Moscow you can sit in an enormous restaurant where you don’t know anybody and where nobody knows you, and you don’t feel all the same that you’re a stranger. And here you know everybody and everybody knows you, and you’re a stranger... and a lonely stranger.”

“You can never completely know anyone, no matter how well you think you do. There will always be some truth about them you don’t ever get to know.”

“The only things people can ever know about you are the ones that you let them see”

“You are not alone. You are instead lonely. There is loneliness as can exist only in the midst of numbers and numbers of people who don’t know you, who don’t care about you, who won’t let you care about them.”

“You can know all there is to know about life and mankind, but what do you really know about yourself?”