“Did it ever strike you on such a morning as this that drowning would be happiness and peace?”

“Did you ever stand on a street corner in American at five o'clock in the morning? I did.”

“If happy ever after did exist I would still be holding u like this”

“I'll drown my beliefs. To have you be in peace.”

“That's what it is. That's what my morning was like: all these real physical heavy positive vibrations, the soul of this tape. The fuzzy groove. The meaning of it all, if it has one: All love, all the time. Peace and happiness in every day. Peace and happiness with cow blood dripping from your hands, bright blood staining your fingerprints because you didn't glove up since you don't normally do prep work. Peace and happiness when you're making a list of everything that's wrong with the world and squinting your eyes tight trying to imagine your way out of it. Peace, peace, peace, happiness, happiness, happiness.”

“She thought how strange it would be if she ever said 'Hello' to him. One did not greet oneself each morning.”