“Oscar and I are very close, and yet I know that part of him is still withdrawn, even from me. As though part of him was still in another place. Another country. Journeying, perhaps. Or in exile. Across the sea. And I can't be with him, because I haven't got the right sort of passport.”
“The future's another country, man... And I still ain't got a passport. ”
“He and I had already had our time, and though it was still very close and real to me, as beautiful and poignant as any place on a map, it was, in truth, another time—another country.”
“But I had loved him. A part of me still did. Maybe more than a part of me, because I'm a complete moron.”
“I was falling for him, a little more everyday, even though a very large part of me knew that this was a bad idea.”
“I stand back from him. I don't understand. You've seen parts of me that are not perfect, and you still love me?”