“You're water. We're the millstone.You're wind. We're dust blown up into shapes.You're spirit. We're the opening and closing of our hands. You're the clarity.We're the language that tries to say it.You're joy. We're all the different kinds of laughing.”
“We're so different. You're an intellectual. I'm an idiot.""Don't say that," I yelled. "You're not an idiot, you stupid idiot.”
“I think we're made up of all these different pieces and every time someone goes, you're left with less of yourself.”
“You're right on the money with that. We're all like detectives in life. There's something at the end of the trail that we're all looking for. ”
“We're all water from different rivers,That's why it's so easy to meet,We're all water in this vast, vast ocean,Someday we'll evaporate together.”
“We're clear," she said. "You're kind of a psycho. I get that”