“I can't be you. You can't be me. You can imagine another well—but never quite perfectly, you know?”

“You can imagine another well— but never quite perfectly, you know?”

“I like the strings. I always have. Because that's how it feels. But the strings make pain seem more fatal than it is, I think. We're not as frail as the strings would make us believe. And I like the grass, too. The grass got me to you, helped me to imagine you as an actual person. But we're not different sprouts from the same plant. I can't be you. You can't be me. You can imagine another well – but never quite perfectly, you know?”

“You knew me. You KNOW me. I can't imagine my life without you, without someone who knows me that well.”

“I can't imagine what possessed you to propose to me.""Well that will give you something to puzzle over any time you can't sleep.”

“If you can quit, then quit. If you can't quit, you're a writer.”