“What if I never stop inventing?”
“I never stopped, you know.” His voice was quiet.My pulse stuttered. “Never stopped what?”He gripped the glass tightly. “Never stopped loving you.”
“I said, 'I need to know how he died.'He flipped back and pointed at, 'Why?'So I can stop inventing how he died. I'm always inventing.”
“If there is one question I dread, to which I have never been able to invent a satisfactory reply, it is the question what am I doing.”
“It is just as likely that as I invent what I want to say, you will invent what you want to hear.”
“This is what amazes me: that people are new every day. That they are never the same. You must always invent them, and they must always invent themselves, too.”