The new light above my table is a great improvement. With all this darkness around me I feel less alone. (Pause.) In a way. (Pause.) I love to get up and move about in it, then back here to... (hesitates) ...me. (Pause.)

Friendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned.

SHE: [Astonished.] But he is alone!HE: Yes.SHE: All alone?HE: When one is alone one is all alone.

In an instant all will vanish and we'll be alone once more, in the midst of nothingness.