“...what was the good of being a movie werewolf? You howled at the moon; you couldn't remember what you did, and then somebody shot you.”

“I couldn't remember if I thanked you for what you did," I tell her. "And I can't get you out of my head.”

“If you couldn't tell the difference between what hurt and what didn't, you had no business being alive. You can't have any good times if you can't tell.”

“Books are ALWAYS better than movies! They are ready when you are. You are a participant and not a mere observer. You make the decisions what things look like, or ought to. You are gaining skills reading not just being fed somebody else's interpretation of the story.”

“They were a susitute. They were what you did when you couldn't have what you wanted.”

“You could BE somebody," he said, focusing a tight shot on her face. "Honey," she said, mugging for the camera like an old time movie queen, "I already am somebody.”