“I just want my name back so my life can go back to chaotic and weird instead of chaotic and desperate.”

“My voice wouldn't work right. I made a tiny nod instead, because - how's this for weird? - I didn't want him to let go of me. He'd pulled back a little, with just his lower half, and I was afraid the scorch in my cheeks would set fire to the rest of me, because I had an idea why. Wow. Oh, wow.”

“I let her go. She didn't step back. “I need to either get you out of my system so I can go back to my life, or fall in love with you so much it changes my life completely. Ever since I saw you, I wanted you.” My jaw clenched. Did she know how hard that was to admit? “You break all my rules and scare me half to death.”

“Life is chaotic and unscripted. Not everyone becomes a success. Or, even a failure. Most people just are. They don't even consider what they are. They just are.”

“Regular and simple life is the life of God; the chaotic and the complex one is the Devil’s!”

“But I was only a chaotic walker, nobody could stop me; even a totalitarian state was not able to control my daydreams, my poetic fascinations, the pattern of my walking.”