“He clenches his fist against my back and speaks into my neck. His voice is warm. I didn't mean to take it this far..I lift my blurry eyes. That still means you meant to take it.”

“There's a deliciousness to my agony that wasn't there before- I know he's not going away. I know it's real.”

“My head is totally gone; there is nothing left but my heart.”

“Was there ever really a chance for us? What is down in the middle of him, his very center? Does he even have a center, or do you just cut away the layers, away, away, away, until you are left with nothing?”

“Something inside my chest breaks loose and falls. It never stops falling.”

“You have to believe in God to believe in trees.”

“Why do people need other people so much? Why can't we just do our work and go home? Why do we have to talk and touch and dream together?”