“One does not want to tear oneself away from this anguish.”

“One does not meet oneself until one catches the reflection from an eye other than human.”

“Does the open wound in another's breast soften the pain of the gaping wound in our own? Or does the blood which is welling from another man's side staunch that which is pouring from our own? Does the general anguish of our fellow creatures lessen our own private and particular anguish? No, no, each suffers on his own account, each struggles with his own grief, each sheds his own tears.”

“I never want to be away from you again, except at work, in the restroom or when one of us is at a movie the other does not want to see.”

“...my soul bleeding tears of anguish”

“That one must either explain life to oneself so that it does not seem to be an evil mockery by some sort of devil, or one must shoot oneself.”