“Tell me why when we do this it’s so much different than whenever I’ve done it before.”

“It’s easy to see what to do once it’s already been done. The difficult time is before it’s to be done, and while you’re doing it. This is the difference between writing and editing.”

“Why do we struggle so much? Why do we demand so much of life, when the happiest moments are when nothing is happening at all?”

“But it’s December now, and the sky is bright, and it’s clear to me. I’m telling you why we broke up, Ed. I’m writing it in this letter, the whole truth of why it happened. And the truth is that I goddamn loved you so much.”

“Despite my best efforts I’ve seen you naked before – doesn’t do much for me so no worries.”

“Do you have difficulty sleeping?”“Sometimes not. When I do it’s bad, though. I lie there thinking about how everything I’ve done is a failure, death and failure, and there’s no hope for me except being homeless, because I’m never going to be able to hold a job because everyone else is so much smarter.”