Status Updates From L'Étoile du matin

'I am thinking, as I write these words, about a great oak tree that stands in the woods behind the house in which I sit. A remarkable number of birds inhabit it, and I commit this thought to the typewriter. The thought has now left my inner being and become manifest on the sheet of paper in front of me, though I myself remain here: no part of me any longer exists in it.' p.629-630

'My knees were wet, and soil stuck to them.
And in the mud on the bank were prints. Footprints at first, then the indentations made by a pair of knees.
Were they mine?
They had to be. There was no one else here.
Did I live here?
In the forest?
Or was I just out?
Who was I, anyway?
Didn't I know?
'Hello, my name's...' I said in the hope a name would come. But it didn't.' p.584

''Who's this?' the doctor then said, nodding at me.
Tove looked at me.
'I don't know,' she said.
He put down his pen and leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting on the desk.
'think it'd be best for you to stay here until you get better, Tove.'
'Are you sure about that?' said Tove.' p.535