“And for all I know he is sitting there still, under his favorite cork tree, smelling the flowers just quietly”

“You know some times you just have to sit still and listen to the trees.”

“I sprayed my dog with off and he still sits in my favorite chair!!”

“This is what love is. Not the moments on the beach, or under the stars or the trees, or in the moonlight. Love is sitting together in the quiet, waiting for death to come.Knowing you’re not alone.”

“Love smells like a flower in bloom. A flower that's sitting on a pile of steaming feces.”

“I'll think about something else. I'll just sit quietly. If I could sit still. If I could sit still, maybe I could read. Oh, all the books are about people who love each other, truly and sweetly. What do they want to write about that for? Don't they know it isn't true? Don't they know it's a lie, it's a God-damned lie? What do they have to tell about that for, when they know how it hurts?”