This book made me feel strangely awkward, because I'm afraid of finding my own story in it. I take books too seriously.

What will become of me? I do not know where am I going or what tomorrow will bring.

Now that everybody thinks he looks a little Slavic, it annoys me. I don't want that to be the reason I find him charming. I found him charming for no reason, because he is who he is.

Being free to suffer alone is itself a consolation.