Dr August, there is no greater isolation a man may experience than to be lonely in a crowd. He may nod, and smile, and say the right thing, but even by this pretence his soul...

Ours is the fellowship of strangers who know a secret that we cannot express. We are both of us broken, shattered, hollow and alone. Only for the ones we love do we remain, painted dolls...

There is no loss, if you cannot remember what you have lost.

Forgive me,” I wrote at the bottom. “I did not think I would break.

To regret your soul is to regret your past.

The secret to being unafraid of the darkness is to challenge the darkness to fear you, to raise your eyes sharp to those few souls who stagger by, daring them to believe that you are...

Is there innocence in ignorance? And if there is, do we tolerate other for their innocence’s sake?

There is no greater isolation a man may experience than to be lonely in a crowd.

For a second, my hand touched yours, but that second is gone, and cannot be seen, heard or felt ever again. This second is gone, too, the moment in which I spoke by your side....