“Here," she said. "This is for you.""I didn't really get you anything," I sputtered. "I mean, I didn't know that you were going to be here, and--""Don't worry. It's your embarrassment at not having the thought that counts.”

“When I saw you today -- I didn't know I'd been waiting for you until you were there. And then all of the waiitng rushed through me in a second. That's something .... but I don't know if it's certainty.”

“I asked you what you wanted and you said you didn't want anything. And I told you I wasn't planning on giving you anything; I was planning on giving you something.”

“You didn't even know my name, I thought. You're just repeating what he said.”

“You can't deny that there's something between us.""No. There is. When I saw you today--I didn't know I'd been waiting for you until you were there. And then all of that waiting rushed through me in a second. That's something... but I don't know if it's certainty.”

“It was so much easier when I didn't want anything. Not getting what you want can make you cruel.”

“I collected their papers. The ones that blew into Brooklyn. They were just there at first. I didn't even know what they were. But once I did, I went all over the place, picking them up. I don't know what to do with them. I mean, they're meaningless now, but they still exist. You can't throw out something like that. You can't make them gone like that.”