“Want me, I beg, but nothing comes.”

“I wanted nothing for free.Nothing came for free at our place anyway.”

“Sometimes I just survive.But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more.”

“Oh, come on, Arthur.""I don't want to hear it, Andy.""Jesus Christ""He doesn't want to hear it, either.”

“Don't make me happy. Please, don't fill me up and let me think that something good can come of any of this. Look at my bruises. Look at this graze. Do you see this graze inside me? Do you see it before your very eyes, eroding me? I don't want to hope for anything more.”

“Already, I know that all of this will stay with me forever. It'll haunt me, but I also fear it will make me feel grateful. I say fear because at times I really don't want this to be a fond memory until it's over. I also fear that nothing really ends at the en. Things just keep going as long as memory can wield its ax, always finding a soft part in your mind to cut through and enter.”

“I wanted to drown inside a woman in the feeling and drooling of the love I could give her. I wanted her pulse to crush me with its intensity. That's what I wanted. That's what I wanted myself to be.”