“I can't even escape him in my dreams.”

“And so a pattern develops: wake, work cry. sleep. I can't even escape him in my dreams. Gray burning eyes, his lost look, his hair burnished and bright and bright all haunt me. And the music... so much music-I cannot bear to hear any music. I am careful to avoid it at all costs. Even the jingles in commercials make me shudder.”

“I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't do anything but think about him. At night I dream of him, all day I wait to see him, and when I do see him my heart turns over and I think I will faint with desire.”

“Dreams! My mind lift me from my dreams!No matter how many times i cant escape my mind!Dreams! My mind lift me from my dreams!”

“Women!” he muttered. “Can't live with 'em, can't escape even by killing 'em.”

“We're so trendy we can't even escape ourselves. ”