“Then tell me Mark, how can I do it? How do I watch her life fade everyday but not hurt? How do I continue to breath, when I know she takes one less breath everyday? Why Mark, Why is this happening to someone so precious?”

“Why are you leaving me?He wrote, I do not know how to live.I do not know either but I am trying.I do not know how to try.There were some things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So i buried them and let them hurt me”

“Do you want to fix it?""I just said I was in love with her. Why wouldn't I want to fix it?""You want to know how?""Goddamn it, Del." He drank again. "Yes, since you're so fucking smart. How do I fix it?""Crawl."Jack blew out a breath. "I can do that".”

“Why do I care so much about him, and why do I wish I didn't? How can one person make me so confused all of the time?”

“But what I do love about this road is how the gaudy becomes grand, how tastelessness is a way of everyday life”

“When asked why I write, I say it is why I breathe. How I make my heart beat with life. It must be done so I can exist.” The Man With the Green Suitcase”