And even in those seconds, and even as I wondered with anguish whether I would ever see her again, I lived with her in some angelic timeless world of quiet communication and absolute understanding.

You mustn't mind so much. It's all in your head.""Well, I live in my head.

He was conscious of his body as a heavy cold horrible container. He had the feeling, coming to him as the memory of a dream, of being a prisoner waiting to be tortured. The extremity of pain was yet to come. And even now he was denied to comfort of self-pitying misery and warm tears.

I'm made for misery, misery, misery, I'm made to be destroyed!

Sometimes I feel I am crammed with demons.

You don't know what it's like to be me, you don't know what it's like to be all tattered and destroyed inside.

And I thought, rolling my head to and fro between my hands in anguish, oh if only it could have worked somehow for us two.