"Soon we would have nothing in common, nothing but a past"

"Something was coming to an end; something was breaking that could never be fixed again."

"A sickening sense of emptiness, like there was a cold pit inside me and I was at the bottom, looking up towards a distant skylight, shivering"

"No matter how intense, unique, beautiful or interesting your experience, it will be wiped away so fully that there will be no evidence it ever existed at all"

"I was having the recurrent insight that the adults around me were really still children, in grown-up bodies. They were not, as I had assumed, in possession of the answers about life, some kind of grand truth that everyone was gifted with on reaching a certain age: They were about as lost as I was, maybe more so."

"Loneliness and melancholy swirled inside me"

"The feeeling of being there together was so good it was almost panful - I wanted things to stay exactly that way, that one moment forever, but everything was always slipping away, nothing was fixed."