“There are so many things that I want so badly to tell you but I just can't.”

“I-just want you. I want you so bad, all the time. I know I shouldn't, I know I can't, I know it's wrong... but even when you're pissing me off, when you're reminding me of pain and despair and torture-it's there, the wanting. I'm tired of fighting it. I fight so many things, all the time, every day. I don't want to fight this. Not anymore.”

“So you want to hear a story? Well, I used to know a whole lot of pretty interesting ones. Some of them so funny you'd laugh yourself unconscious, others so terrible you'd never want to repeat them. But I can't remember any of those. So I'll just tell you about the time I found that lost thing....”

“Mama--Mama--I want so many things... I want so many things that they are driving me kind of crazy...”

“I can't tell her the truth. I cannot tell her that there is no such thing as okay. There is just life. Sometimes it will be good and other times it will be bad.”

“I want to kiss you so very badly, Rose. But I can't. And its killing me"-Mr. Stone”