“I go back to my room and lie under the covers, trying not to think of Gale and thinking of nothing else.”

“...I wanted to go to sleep so that I wouldn't have to think because the only thing I could think was how much it hurt because there was no room for anything else in my head, but I couldn't go to sleep and I just had to sit there and there was nothing to do except to wait and to hurt.”

“If I'm going to merely ramble, maybe I should just snuggle under the warm covers, think of Miu, and play with myself.”

“A part of my depression lies, I think, in my unanswered question: Where is home? I feel a sense, always, of trying to find my way back to a place that doesn't exist.”

“I lie back on my pillow and think back to that day. The day that I fell for my wife.”

“We have nothing now between us, save - respect, perhaps. And I think that respect has maybe room for secrets, but not for lies.”