“I'm very polite by nature, even the voices in my head let each other finish their sentences.”

“Everything you say is worthwile to me. Even when you don't let me finish a sentence.”

“I moved through the days like a severed head that finishes a sentence.”

“We both grew so used to each other, so comfortable with the naturalness and ease of our friendship, that we became sloppy about keeping our relationship a secret. It was not that we were physically demonstrative or obviously in love, more that it had become impossible for us to hide our close involvement. We had gradually acquired the unmistakable air of old-love: finishing each other's sentences and speaking to each other with an offhand, presuming intimacy that was eventually noticed.”

“So it goes as I work my way down the page, and each cluster of marks is a word, and each word is a sound in my head, and each time I write another word, I hear the sound of my own voice, even though my lips are silent.”

“I'm not crazy, but I suspect the voices in my head are. ~Chrissy”