“Why did things always have to feel so fleeting?”
“Why did something so wrong have to feel so right”
“You see, I have only such a fugitive awareness of things around me that I always feel they were once real and are now fleeting away.”
“If there was a God up there, which there wasn’t, why was it that he worked so hard to identify whatever thing a man dreaded most, and, having identified it, why did he always, always, vindictively succeed in making that very thing come to pass?”
“Why did he have to be so gorgeous? Why did he have to stand so close, and why did I still love him so much? ”
“Why couldn't you let me have it? Why did you have to take it? Why did you always take everything?”