Why would I want to stay here? To hell with this place.

The last safe place is safe no more.

This place, if I could describe this place, no place around me, there’s no end to me, I don’t know what it is, it isn’t flesh, it doesn’t end, it’s like air…

I have lost all sense of home, having moved about so much. It means to me now — only that place where the books are kept.

My religion makes no sense and does not help me therefore I pursue it.

A word to the wise is not sufficient if it doesn't make any sense.

God seems to have disappeared from the horizon, and his word no longer seems a compass guiding our lives, our basic decisions, our human and social relationships.

We'll start to forget a place once we left it

My brain and this world don't fit each other; and there's an end of it.

I don't know how to explain it. It was a feeling of not knowing where I belong.

Nobody goes there anymore, it's to crowded

I couldn’t exist here. In the world that had come into being due to my absence.

It's cold and it's mean spirited and I don't like it here anymore.

Nobody comes here anymore, its too crowded