“Will you love me in December as you do in May?”

“We are nothing.- Tomorrow we may be die.We are nothing.- You and me.”

“Forgive everyone for your own sins and be sure to tell them you love them which you do.”

“Like Goethe at 80, you know the futility of love and you shrug--you shrug away the warm kiss”

“You'll be sorry some day. Why don't you ever understand what I'm trying to tell you: it's with your six sense that you're fooled into believing not only that you have six senses, but that you contact an actual outside world with them. If it wasn't for your eyes, you wouldn't see me. If it wasn't for your ears, you wouldn't hear that airplane. If it wasn't for your nose, you wouldn't smell that midnight mint. If it wasn't for your tongue taster, you wouldn't taste the difference between A and B. If it wasn't for your body, you wouldn't feel Princess. There is no me, no airplane, no mind, no Princess, no nothing, you for krissakes do you want to go on being fooled every damn minute of your life?”

“The truth of the matter is, you die, all you do is die, and yet you live, yes you live, and that's no Harvard lie.”

“Pain or love or danger makes you real again....”