“You know, people think I’m a little crazy because of what I do for fun, but I don’t think I have anything on you.”

“Just…tell me I’m not crazy,” he whispered. “That this…isn’t as insane as I think it is”…“I don’t know … Maybe we’re both a little crazy.”“I can live with that.”

“I should never have told you . . . I don’t know what happened to me. I just . . . wanted to talk to somebody." "And if you hadn’t you’d still be going crazy with what you know, and I’d be going crazy with what I didn’t know, and both of us would be alone. Right now, I’m upset but I’m . . ." Neverfell hesitated, like one stretching a limb they think might be broken. "I’m all right. I think I’m more all right than I have been for ages. Great big holes of unknown are the worst thing. Before this, I didn’t know anything was wrong but I didn’t not know, if you see what I mean. You can go mad like that. And if my face is spoilt now, once and for all, then it means I don’t have to worry about it any more.”

“I do not think I’m easy to define. I have a wandering mind. And I’m not anything that you think I am.”

“Do you think I need the turmoil and complication you’ve brought into my life?Dou you actually think I’d tolerate al that because we’re good in bed?”“You don’t have to tolerate it” she fisted her hands on his chest. “ you don’t have to tolerate any of it.”“Damn right I don’t. But I am tolerating it because I think I’m in love with you.”

“I don’t know what I’m looking for.”“What not?”“Because … because … I think it might be because if I knew I wouldn’t be able to look for them.”