“Whoever thought that he had understood something of me had merely construed something out of me, after his own image.”

“His last word had been my name. He had called out to me and I had not answered.
I did not weep, and it pained me that I could not weep. But I was out of tears. And deep inside me, if I could have searched the recesses of my feeble conscience, I might have found something like: Free at last!”

“Money to me had always been merely something the sheep used to show each other how wonderful they were.”

“He tried to tell me week after week to accept things as they were and move on with my life. But if there was one man who had put his life on hold to wait for something or someone, it was him.”

“He had thought his wars over. Now he realized peace had been merely a lull.”

“Does something truly speak to me from beyond the void, or is it merely my own desire?”

“He who knows his own incapacity, knows something, after all.”

“All there is, Consciousness. And the mind is merely a reflection of that Consciousness. Mind is a collection of thoughts which arise and are not disposed of, they are collected. Mind is merely a collection of thoughts, or a collection of impressions which makes up this "me," this self image. That image is made up of various thoughts and impressions not all the thoughts and impressions, but only selected thoughts and impressions. Therefore, the "me" as a self-image is an inaccurate image."”

“Come on, come on
Don't leave me like this.
I thought I had you figured out.
Something's gone terribly wrong,
You're all I wanted.Come on, come on
Don't leave me like this.
I thought I had you figured out.
Can't breathe whenever your gone,
Can't turn back
Now I'm haunted.”

“She had given birth to me and nursed me and brought me up. She had known me before I knew myself and now she had no say in the matter. Life started out one thing and then suddenly turned a corner and became something else.”