"You don't love life itself. You love, uhm, places, animals, people, memories, food, literature, music. And sometimes you meet someone, who requires all the love you have to give. And if you lose that someone, you think everything else is gonna stop, too. But everything else just keeps on going. Giraudoux said, you can miss a single being, even though you are surrounded by countless others. Those people are like... like extras. They cloud your vision, they're a meaningless crowd. They're an unwelcome distraction. So you seek oblivion in solitude. But solitude only makes you wither."