“How old are you, Jesse?”
“How do you know about Boy George? (Jesse)I was in hell, Jesse. What do you think they used to torture me with? Bad pop songs. (Xypher)”
“Jesse, this is Craig. Craig, Jesse. You two should get along. Jesse's dead,too.”
“Miss Althea?""I don't blame you, Jesse," she said at last, taking control of her whirling emotions. "I must have…I must have led you astray somehow. But you must never touch me again."Jesse's disappointment was palpable. "Never?" That seemed impossible. To beallowed to know how wonderful it was to feel and smell and taste her and then tonever be allowed that again. It was so unfair. Jesse wanted to cry. It was too unfair.”
“It`s not how old you are, it`s how you are old.”
“How old would you be if you didn't know how old you are?”