“We have souls, you and I. We want to know things; we share the same earth, rich and verdant and fraught with perils. We don't either of us know what it means to die, no matter what we might say to the contrary.”

“I don't want us to be together because either of us is afraid. We have to be whole before we can share what we are with each other”

“When we say we know something in our bones, we mean we don't know yet how we know what we know. This is what we mean by "bones.”

“I don't have any regrets, really, except that one. I wanted to write about you, about us, really. Do you know what I mean? I wanted to write about everything, the life we're having and the lives we might have had. I wanted to write about all the ways we might have died.”

“I don't know what to say to her. All I know is, I ain't saying it. And I know she ain't saying what she want a say either and it's a strange thing happening here cause nobody saying nothing and we still managing to have us a conversation.”

“I guess we're really brothers, aren't we? Don't know what that means, except it means that some of the same things we remember.”