“Cliff, I'm completely exhausted by your blackness and I mean that in the nicest way possible. Nobody cares!”

“I don't think men ever grow out of their little boy games. They mature and find ways to make you not care or forget completely, if they know what they are doing and possibly your own name too, if you're real lucky. I'm feeling very lucky these days.”

“I love the way you make me feel like I'm a completed person. I love the way I want to take care of you. When I'm with you I feel that I've come home - home in a way everyone imagines home should be.”

“Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, I mean - except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be.”

“Sorry I'm not your boyfriend. And I mean that in all sorts of ways.”

“Some days I am the complete third person- the secret agent. Nobody knows I'm there, yet I know everything.”