“Fearis a better friend than you, who feel nothing,beneath the weight ofmy pain.”

“Love is like that. I could crush her beneath the weight of confession.”

“THE BAD THING ABOUT FEARIs it requires a reaction. Some hide.Some cry. But, like a dog condemnedto a walled yard with no hopeof escape or affection, some learnto bite.”

“I don't need more pain in my life. Why did I invite it in? Do I have to feel pain to believe I feel anything at all?”

“I need to capture my sprite with trembling hands. Except I could crush her. Wonder how many small things of beauty - flowers, seashells, dragonflies - have met such a demise. Wonder how much fragile love has collapsed beneath the weight of confession.”

“You believe this is a game, and you may be right. But if you think you can play it better than me, think again.”

“Such an incredible waste of energy, to work your ass off for sixty years, then shrivel up, die, and be nothing more than a memory - if you're lucky enough to leave someone behind who will remember you. There must be more. Don't you think?”