“I guess I'm still holding on to something that I know will probably never happen, because somewhere deep down inside me, I have this little piece of hope that someday, it will.”

“I suppose you can never tell right off who might have a piece of Prince Charming deep down inside.”

“I should probably be afraid. But instead a hysterical laugh bubbles inside me, because I just remembered something: Maybe I can’t hold a gun. But I have a knife in my back pocket.”

“I'm not explaining this right. What happened was this. There were these beautiful feelings and loose little pleasures inside me. And this woman was something like an assembly line for my soul. I run these little pieces of myself through her and I come out complete. Now do you follow me?”

“But there is me.And you. Somewhere out there, there's you.And I'm glad there's you. And I'm glad that I know thatthere's you.And somewhere, in a remote corner somewhere,there's a little we. A little we that will still be there no matterwhat happens now.First-person plural: We.I. And you.We.”

“You can never take away the memories I have of us; I will hold those deep inside. And someday, when my heart heals, I may even be able to forgive you. But I just don't have it in me for second chances. I've done those before and they always turn into three or four. It never ends.”