My priority is my books, at least at this point. What I have to do is write the narrative of this time.
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My priority is my books, at least at this point. What I have to do is write the narrative of this time.
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You can hide memories, but you can’t erase the history that produced them.
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I had no ambition to be a writer because the books I read were too good, my standards were too high.
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But I didn’t understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair.
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I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you.
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Concentration is one of the happiest things in my life.
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As we go through life, we gradually discover who we are, but the more we discover, the more we lose ourselves.
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I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.
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Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back.
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I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?
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I dream. Sometimes I think that’s the only right thing to do.
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Nobody likes being alone that much. I don’t go out of my way to make friends, that’s all. It just leads to disappointment.
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I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.
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Taking crazy things seriously is a serious waste of time.
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There’s no such thing as perfect writing, just like there’s no such thing as perfect despair.
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I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it – to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once.
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