“I love no one but you, I have discovered, but you are far away and I am here alone. Then this is my life and maybe, however unlikely, I’ll find my way back there. Or maybe, one day, I’ll settle for second best. And on that same day, hell will freeze over, the sun will burn out and the stars will fall from the sky.”

“Or maybe I look in the mirror every day and am scared as shit that I’ll see either of my parents looking back at me.”

“Maybe if you’d worn a shirt—” “They said they didn’t have a shirt!” “Then I have nothing for you, my friend. You’re trapped. I, however—” “Take one step away from me, you Mr. Darcy wannabe, and I’ll snap your spine.”

“Come away with me, Astrid. (Zarek)Why should I? (Astrid)Because I love you, and even if I’m lying on the sun itself I’ll be freezing there without you. I need my star so that I can hear laughter. (Zarek)”

“Maybe one day I’ll be a real boy. Maybe then my untruthful nose won’t be longer than my truthfully aroused penis.”

“I fear one day I’ll get a knock at my front door, and I’ll answer it to find myself standing there. Then I’ll hear myself say, “Hi, I’m from the future, and I’m here to destroy you.” But that is irrational. The future me isn’t out to destroy me, because the me of my past already did a thorough job demolishing my present and possible future.”