“That is all that happened. Why did you hear something else?”

“Why did someone fall in love with you because you are one thing and then want you to be something else?”

“Did you hear something?""No.""Did I hear something?""...I don't know...”

“If all it takes is an angry stranger to ruin your day, what are you going to do if something really serious happens? Why give someone else control of your life like that?”

“Why are you doing this to yourself? When something bad happens, why do you have to pick at it until it bleeds all over again?”

“Nothing ever happens like you imagine it will… but then again, if you don’t imagine, nothing ever happens at all. Imagining isn’t perfect. You can’t get all the way inside someone else… But imagining being someone else, or the world being something else, is the only way in. It is the machine that kills the fascists”