“the moon's too brightthe chain's too tightthe beast won't go to sleep.I've been thinking of those promises I madeto you that I could not keep.I know a man never got a woman backby beggin on his knees,or I'd crawl to you babyand I'd fall at your feetI'd howl at your beauty like a dog in heatI'd tear at your heartI'd claw at your sheetsAnd I'd say please.Please.I'm your man.”

“I have to tell you I think you've substantially set back your progress," she told me, and though it sounds stupid, I felt tears pricking at the back of my eyes when she said that. I hadn't been aware I'd made any progress, and now I'd gone and set it back.”

“You go your wayI'll go your way too”

“If I could go back, I'd coach myself. I'd be the woman who taught me how to stand up, how to want things, how to ask for them. I'd be the woman who says, your mind, your imagination, they are everything. Look how beautiful. You deserve to sit at the table. The radiance falls on all of us.”

“The sweetest little song:You go your wayI'll go your way too!”

“I'd suggest putting your head between your knees, but I think that's physically impossible for you at the moment.”

“in seeking only to stay upright, you fall, are banished then cursed and reviled, condemned to wander a continent you don’t even know where you’re going, only when you’re expected, which is every Friday at sundown though your calendars were never coordinated and what you always thought had been west was really only a left turn taken with your back to the north, in haste and with little sleep, then upon your forehead, the development of a worrying mark.”