“Given a choice, I'd take earth sounds over people sounds any day.”

“As he stood, he slid his jeans off, rising above me like an Indian prince and Mexican conquistador all wrapped up into one...”

“In silence, truth can’t hide, motive rings out with a crystalline clarity.”

“The larger the space you have to consume, the better the chance of not meeting up with yourself.”

“Who watches over us when we leave?  Who remembers our names when disappear ourselves from home? Who hears the absence of our voices?  Who misses the sound of our stories?”

“Don't you have any clothes?""Quite honestly, no I don't." "Cover yourself up!" "Fine." There was a rustling sound. "Okay I'm covered. I had no idea you were such a prude.”

“She was afraid to suggest to him that to most people, nothing "happens." That most people merely live from day to day until they die. That, after he had been dead a year, doubtless fewer than five people would think of him oftener than once a year. That there might even come a year when no one on earth would think of him at all.”