I see you everywhere, in the stars, deep in the river, to me you’re everything that exists; the reality of everything.
— Virginia Woolf, Night and Day
I would like to be able to gently drift in and out of existence when I wanted to.
— Henry Rollins, Solipsist
What a terrible thing it is to wound someone you really care for and to do it so unconsciously.
— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood