Memory Is The Happiness Of Being Alone.

You Will Be Faced, Now, With Pain Of A Magnitude That None Of Us Here Can Comprehend Because It Is Beyond Our Experience. The Receiver Himself Was Not Able To Describe It, Only To Remind Us That You Would Be Faced With It, That You Would Need Immense Courage.

"i Liked The Feeling Of Love," [jonas] Confessed. He Glanced Nervously At The Speaker On The Wall, Reassuring Himself That No One Was Listening. "i Wish We Still Had That," He Whispered. "of Course," He Added Quickly, "i Do Understand That It Wouldn't Work Very Well. And That It's Much Better To Be Organized The Way We Are Now. I Can See That It Was A Dangerous Way To Live." [...] "still," He Said Slowly, Almost To Himself, "i Did Like The Light They Made. And The Warmth."

You Eat Canned Tuna Fish And You Absorb Protein. Then, If You're Lucky, Someone Give You Dover Sole And You Experience Nourishment. It's The Same With Books.

He Wept Because He Was Afraid Now That He Could Not Save Gabriel. He No Longer Cared About Himself

They Were Satisfied With Their Lives Which Had None Of The Vibrance His Own Was Taking On. And He Was Angry At Himself, That He Could Not Change That For Them.