“You give me an apartment full of morning smells- toasted bagel and black coffee and the freckled lilies in the vase on the windowsill. You give me 24-across.”

“Give me coffee! I'm going to write!”

“No, I don't love Max anymore. But I don't want to give you this broken, empty me. I want you to have me when I'm full, when I can give something back to you. I don't have much to give right now.”

“So, how come Jacob Black gets togive you a gift and I don't? Because I have nothingto give back to you. Bella, you give me everythingjust by breathing.”

“and give me insults, give meeconomic discrimination, give methe darkened parking lot of a windowless queer bar, give me fleets of bigots and books bannedin libraries across america, feed the worldwith lies about my life and plop a secondhelping of oppression on my plateand thank you for not making me straight.”

“I want an expresso. Black. But give me the domestic blend. That Turkish crap gives me the runs for a week. - Jenks”