“Existense, well what does it matter? I exist on the best terms I can.”

“Existence is.. well.. what does it matter? I exist on the best terms I can. The past is now part of my future. The present is well out of hand.”

“Existence— well, what does it matter? I've existed for the best use i canThe past is now part of my futureThe present is well out of hand.”

“I can now see everything falling to pieces before my eyes.”

“Two ways to choose, which way to goDecide for me, please let me knowPictures all around, of how a good life should beA model for the rest, that bred insecurityEverything seemed easy but I didn't have the heartMe in my own world, yeah you there besideThe gaps are enormous, we stare from each side”

“When I think of Henry and Oliver and Mike, I feel as if they are three different models - templates, almost - and I wonder if they are the only three in the world: the man who is with you completely, the man who is with you but not with you, the man who will get as close to you as he can without ever becoming yours. It would be arrogant to claim no other dynamics exist just because I haven't experienced them, but I have to say that I can't imagine what they are. I hope that I am wrong.”

“Ordinarily, of course, I thought it best to remain inconspicuous, but the gesture had a certain irresistable theatricaility, and an inevitablility. Sometimes you can feel the pull of what other people want from you, and you sacrifice yourself, you risk seeming odd or sunsavory, to keep them entertained.”