“...I would like to live a little bit longer in this beautiful concentration camp.”
“This was the boy I loved. A little bit messy. A little bit ruined. A beautiful disaster. Just like me.”
“If you fictionalized my character, I could live a bit longer.”
“Being famous is like a little bit of you is taken away and goes off and lives on its own and does what it wants... I wish it would do more interesting things!”
“I spoke the language the sentences that had lied their grandfathers and sent their grandmothers to the worlds first concentration camps.”
“just a little bit longer, sing: like rain, like sand, like wind in the night, prickling" from the poem - STAY from the book "Riding the Escalator”