He felt as if he were being used, as if Willy were using him as a hard neutral surface against which to crush, like insects, the thoughts which haunted him.

We were eternally divided. And it somehow seemed strange to me that this had not happened earlier, so dangerous were we to each other.

We're just living on our emotions and eating each other.

He can do anything he likes and I'm so lonely, oh so lonely— And I put up with it because there was nothing else to do—