“Whatever made me the way I am left me hollow, empty inside, unable to feel. It doesn’t seem like a big deal. I’m quite sure most people fake an awful lot of everyday human contact. I just fake all of it.”
“I was good at being charming, one of my very few vanities. I had studied hard and practiced long, and when I applied myself no one could tell I was faking it.”
“And so I became the man that could wriggle out of any prior engagement. Who could spot an invitation coming a mile away and head it off at the pass (...). The man who’d send an email instead of attend a birthday.”
″‘I can hold conversations by myself. What do you call this?’
‘I am the only exception. With everyone else you’re about as sociable as a cardboard box.’
‘Maybe I am a cardboard box.‘”