“It’s Friday night and the rain is coming and I’ll find myself at some bar making some woman smile, wondering if you’d hop on the next thing moving in this direction, run in the house, throw on your chucks and play with me in the rain.”

“Some guys live in worlds where pawns stay pawns. I'm one move from king.”

“Because when the night gets here, I’ll be the youngest I’ll ever be again, so I will laugh and celebrate relative youth.”

“Tell me what you’re looking for and i will become that for you. I can sacrifice my inner freedoms for you without looking twice at my old journals and solid promises I made to myself about such things. But you must be prepared to kill me when the smiles are no longer frequent. Do it while I sleep. While I hold your hand. Do it fast, baby. Do it fast.”

“The thing about oppression is this: when you hold someone down, you, too, have to be there to make sure they don't move.”

“After every shirt she looks at me and smiles, letting go of air she no longer needs. She laughs after the sweater, knowing I’m gonna tell her it’s too hot for it, knowing she’ll say it’s for the plane and ask “what if the room gets cold?”

“I wonder if she’s infatuated enough to let me lock her in a box with me on a cool fall day and make love like America depends on us.”