You are neither cruel nor apathetic, but it has been said of you that you do not care for other people. You look after them, but in the end you would rather not see them much. This isn't coldness, in your view, but a mark of love and respect.

And whether change comes or not, either way you consider it your own misfortune.

Around and around we go, each in our own holding pattern. If you knew what was coming, you would not pray quite so hard for change.

You are not being destroyed: you merely are retracting your claws.

I am a ghost walking among you: My heart is in the void. Therefore, I am enervated by your wishes, and you are exaspertaed by mine. When we are in the sunshine, enjoying simple things, this is a cause for celebration. Now, though, it is a serious misunderstanding. We contemplate each other through the glass.

If I want to fool you, said the ghoul, first I will put you in a trance.

We are like fungus or lichen, growing in the dark and the cold. Do not shine your light here.

You are in despair because you don't know who you are any more. How can anyone help you? You have mistaken the cure for the disease.