“What I knew, adored, and fell for was a fantasy. He did not exist in human terms.”

“What was he like afterwards?Totally adorable-he fell asleep right on top of me!What was he like afterwards?I thought he'd died. No, Really! He fell asleep-I had to roll him off of me so i could breathe”

“Existense, well what does it matter? I exist on the best terms I can.”

“What did it matter if he existed for two or for twenty years? Happiness was the fact that he had existed.”

“There is clearly a sacred dimension to our existence, and coming to terms with it could well be the highest purpose of human life.”

“Chuckling, I cried, “I’m sorry.” I pulled even harder and broke loose from his grip, but I fell backwards onto the floor. He slowly stalked towards me, his smile filled with desire and I pointed my hand at him. “Don’t. Behave!” “Don’t behave? I accept your terms of parole.” “That’s not what I meant!” But when my smile broke through, he knew I was lying.”