“I can’t reveal the mystery to either saint or sinner; I can’t state at length what I’ve said curtly; I achieve an altered state that I can’t explain; I have a secret that I cannot share.”
“Let me go.” “I can’t”, he said hoarsely, (…)” I’ve tried a hundred times to let you go, Victoria, but I can’t.”
“I only have a day to give—so why can’t it be a goodone? Why can’t it be a shared one? Why can’t I take the music of the moment and seehow long it can last?”
“I can’t stay. I know what I want and you can’t give it to me, and I can’t give you what you need.”
“I can’t explain what I mean. And even if I could, I’m not sure I’d feel like it.”
“I can’t fly with one wing. But I can’t go hungry either, and I already ate both the legs, the breasts, and the other wing.”