“What do I do now?”“I don’t know. Fade away, perhaps. Or find another role.”

“But knowing what I don’t want to do doesn’t help me figure out what I do want to do. I could do just about anything if somebody made me. But I don’t have an image of the one thing I really want to do. That’s my problem now. I can’t find the image.”

“Now that I have this piglet talisman... who knows what I might find the poor judgment to do?”

“What do you know that you’re not telling me?""I don’t know what you know, so I don’t know what you don’t know.”

“Now I just have these reddish scars there. I guess I always will, although Goody says they’ll fade over time. I don’t know if I want them to fade. That probably sounds totally freaky, but part of me doesn’t want to forget what it felt like, even though it hurt. If I forget about the pain, I might also forget that it was a really stupid idea to do it in the first place.”

“I want people to be blown away when I do what they don’t expect.”