The profoundest distances are never geographical. - John Fowles

I had got away from what I hated, but I hadn’t found where I loved, and so I pretended that there was nowhere to love.

I was worse off than even Alison was; she hated life, I hated mysef. I had created nothing, I belonged to nothingness, to the néant, and it seemed to me that my own death was the only thing left that I could create.

Once again fear, and mystery, swept over me...I was infinitely far from home. The profoundest distances are never geographical...