“I am what I am, and what I am is a work in progress.”

“I am an i poet.”

“What is the truth?” Carmel asks. “What happened in that house? Am I really supposed to believe that Mike was murdered by a ghost?”

“And now you are and I am and we're a mystery which will never happen again.”

“Like the burlesque comedian, I am abnormally fond of that precision which creates movement.”

“Really unreal world, will you perhaps dothe breathing for me while I am away?”

“You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I.”