“...a little of this, a little of that - a little of me, a little of you - put it together what do you have? postmodern soup...”

“...when you're broken, everything gets a little honester - you make mistakes and don't give a damn - you give up on perfection, but get real...”

“...I retreat into my fictional world where everything makes sense - but even there I can't even control what people do...”

“...you mean you don't fit characters into a plot? excatly...”

“...You won't age? I promise you this - your hands will go shiny and transparent and at the slightest bruise they'll bleed...”

“...did you know that in your eyes there are bright flecks of green and orange - and that they are lovely?...”

“...I remember the oily smoke of a cigarette suspended in a shaft of sunlight - with you, everything was beautiful...”