“We're reaching for death on the end of a candle We're trying for something that's already found us”

“...this is the way fate usually treats us, it's right there behind us, it has already reached out a hand to touch us on the shoulder while we're still muttering to ourselves, It's all over, that's it, who cares anyhow.”

“The dream is already ended and we're already awake in the golden eternity.”

“We're already separated that's official but there's still a window of hope left open that perhaps someday we could give things another try.”

“go ahead and kill us,we're already dead...”

“So what's the big picture about our lust for sex?We're not trying to acquire something. We want to feel something: Alive. Electrically, intensely, blazingly alive. Good. Bad. Pleasure. Pain. Bring it on--all of it. For people who live small, I guess enough of that can be found in sex. But for those of us who live large, the most alive we ever feel is when we're punching air with a fist, uncurling our middle finger with a cool smile, and flipping Death the big old bird.”