“I never thought I wanted to write. Never did I know I can either, until now.”

“No woman will ever satisfy me. I know that now, and I would never try to deny it. But this is actually okay, because I will never satisfy a woman, either. Should I be writing such thoughts? Perhaps not. Perhaps it’s a bad idea. I can definitely foresee a scenario where that first paragraph could come back to haunt me, especially if I somehow became marginally famous.”

“I have never lived before...Until this summer, I did not know what it was to be alive.”

“I don't know anything, I never did know anything, but now I know I don't know anything!”

“Magic. I want magic. I want magic that works.THere is no doctor that can make the creature back into my daddy. No therapy that can make him into what he should have been.No going back to the beginning and rewriting. He is what he is and if I have to write what I know, I'm doomed, because I can never write about this, never.”

“Now he would never write the things that he had saved to write until he knew enough to write them well. Well, he would not have to fail at trying to write them either. Maybe you could never write them, and that was why you put them off and delayed the starting. Well he would never know, now.”