“Everything stinks till it’s finished.”
“Love can conquer everything but reality. Which will win every stinking time.”
“It’s strange,” I say, rubbing my feet against his. “I feel like I should be sad, but I’m not. It’s not that I won’t miss you, but it just feels like-”“Like everything is going to be okay anyway,” he says, finishing my thought.”
“It’s not so important who starts the game but who finishes it.”
“When everything is finished, the mornings are sad.”
“Not much makes me feel uncomfortable about sexuality. It’s the most natural thing in the world. I don’t really get why people make such a stink. It’s like being embarrassed of hunger or thirst.”