“I don't know how I got Michael. Maybe I just had a store credit from some other very lonely and shitty life.”

“I want to be free Michael, just for once in my whole life I want to be free" "You are free. You just don't know it yet”

“I know I chatter on far too much... but if you only knew how many things I want to say and don't. Give me SOME credit.”

“I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn’t understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go. Suicide? Jesus Christ, just more work. I felt like sleeping for five years but they wouldn’t let me.”

“It's hard to really look at somebody and go: "Hey, maybe something nice will happen." You just don't-- I know too much about life to have any optimism, because I know even if it's nice, it's going to lead to shit. I know that if you smile at somebody and they smile back, you've just decided that something shitty is going to happen.”

“And if anyone asks, you don't know where Michael and I are."There was a moment of silence on the other end. "I don't know where you are.”