She would love me back, maybe. Oh, she doesn't know i exist. I mean she knows i exist, we are neighbors, we smile politely at each other, but i don't know I could ever really begin to talk to her. I mean what can I talk about? I have nothing to talk about, I'm boring. And that I know, I've been told before so don't tell me it's not true 'cause it's a fact. I bore the people. People look at me and they get bored, people listen to me and they zone out... bored. 'Who is that boring person?', they think. 'I've never before met anyone so boring'. And I'm for her to see how boring I am.
"In fact, as I get older, I begin to feel that actually what we need more in the world is doubt; more skepticism, less crazed certainty... People who know the answer and are going to impose it on everybody else, I think, are terrifying people."