“And who am I to blow against the wind?”

“And I’ll admit—I thought it might be best if we kept it all to the page, passed that notebook back and forth until we were ninety. But clearly that wasn’t meant to be. And who am I to blow against the wind?”

“When I am with you, there is nowhere else I'd rather be. And I am a person who always wants to be somewhere else.”

“I have to keep reminding myself -- this is not me. It is chemistry. It is biology. It is not who I am.”

“Do they sleep? I want to know...am I the only one who doesn't sleep?”

“I have no more idea now of who I am than I did before. But at least I know that. And I'm starting to figure out who I want to be.”

“I am jealous of anyone who can make other people care so much.”