“Can I…?” There was a pause and my heart stuttered. “Can I just hold you? That’s all…that’s all I want.”

“I added five shots to my coffee, because that’s all the bullets my magazine can hold.”

“How can I be secure? (Pause.) Through amassing wealth beyond all measure? No. And what’s beyond measure? That’s a sickness. That’s a trap. There is no measure. Only greed.”

“Your heart .That’s all I want. That’s the best thing you can give me”You stole that that before we even met”I don’t want to be a thief. I want you to give it”His arms tighten around me, and his mouth presses on mine again.It’s yours Beth”. His words flow into my soul and twist me into knots.You know it’s yours”

“You can have all the wine and dragons that my money can buy. That’s what the old woman told me, and I listened.”

“...I know I’ve broken all the rules of all the games, that all the great players and best love calculators recommend that you play, if you want to make someone like you a lot. But that’s okay, because I give up. I’ve got my coffee sitting in my San Francisco cup, I’ve got Kona island and a working beating heart that’s not cold, hard, or numb—very workable and capable of loving, breaking, mending and repeating. So that’s just what I’ll do. Because I’m too tired. Too tired uping all nighting wasting my precious timing wishing it was your heart pumping, wanting me— like I used to want you.”