“You think you want the blue skies, the open road, but really you want the tunnel, you want to know how the story ends.”

“Where did all the words go?" I asked."They just wasted away," my mom explained, " like a leg you never walk on.”

“Do you want this to be a love story?”

“It is not the story I know or the story you tell me that matters; it is what I already know, what I don't want to hear you say. Let it exist this way, concealed; let me always be embarrassed, knowing that you know that I know but pretend not to know.”

“In the dark you can feel really close to a person. You can say whatever you want.”

“A fight is like a fire. You think you have it under control, you think you can stop it whenever you want, but before you know it, it’s living, breathing thing and there’s no controlling it and you were a fool to think you could.”

“No, really. I free you.'I don't want to be free.”