'A sense of loss took hold of him, and it would not let go. And there were times when this loss was so great, and so suffocating, that he though it would never let go.'--Paul Auster, The Invention of Solitude.
'The sudden knowledge that came over him that even alone, in the deepest solitude of his room, he was not alone, or more precisely, that the moment he began to speak of that solitude, he had become more than just himself.'--Paul Auster, The Invention of Solitude