“Maybe I’m strange and perverse, but I’ve always thought there was something sexy about a compelling argument.”

“I switched to thoughts of the play. It was by far the healthiest item to concentrate on. Rehearsals were only days away; there is something wildly exciting about a company assembling for the first time on stage. There is also something strangely sexy about it. I can't pin it down, there just is.”

“I’ve been feeling something else. Like I’m about to be suckedinto something powerful and painful.”

“I’ve always felt almost human. I’ve always known that there’s something about me that’s different than other dogs. Sure, I’m stuffed into a dog’s body, but that’s just the shell. It’s what’s inside that’s important. The soul. And my soul is very human.”

“Maybe I’m weaker than I thought because I’m feeling something for the guy that I should completely hate.”

“It feels so separate, like I’ve touched something that’s taken the color out of me. Or maybe I’m in color now and they’re in black and white.”