“She writes only in pencil, as if the words might need to be revoked--borrowed words, for the most part, plucked out of other mouths...”

“....and on occasion I like to write in pencil, because I need to know that I can erase the words, even if I never do.”

“The only thing better than word of mouth is words of mouth. Give me at least two words.”

“Using words to talk of words is like using a pencil to draw a picture of itself, on itself. Impossible. Confusing. Frustrating ... but there are other ways to understanding.”

“If I knew what I was doing, I'd be doing it right now. I would be the best damn poet, silver words out of my mouth. My words might not be magic, but they cut straight to the truth. So if you need a lover and a friend, baby, I'm in.”

“Her mouth was open, as if she wanted to say something, and I wanted to kiss her to show her that sometimes you don't need words. Sometimes they only get in the way, and you end up talking yourself out of things you need. People you want.”