“There was only one thing I wanted: to be left alone, without too many demand upon my person, so that for a few moments each day I might be allowed to assuage my hunger.”

“*I want to keep walking away from the person I was a moment ago...*So soon you will be in that part of the book where you are holding the bulk of the pages in your left hand, and only a thin wisp of the story in your right. *We get one story, you and I, and one story alone....It might be time for you to go. It might be time to change, to shine out.”

“I have been so-many too-many persons; life, unlike syntax, allows one more than three.”

“The only thing that scares me now is me.The [person] I might become. The [person] I dont ever want to be.Everybody has fears, right? But how many have my fear?Enough, it seems. Because there's a name for it.Autophobia.Fear of oneself.”

“I'm not greedy. I just want one person. The world is so big and there are so many people. But I only want one.”

“So why would I want someone to be my everything when one day they might not be around?”