“Lesly: I don't think you're insane. Jackie-O: You don't? Lesly: No. Jackie-O: You don't think I'm an eensie weensie bit insane? Lesly: I don't think you're insane. I think you're just spoiled. Jackie-O: Oh please, if everyone around here is going to start telling the truth, I'm going to bed. ”

“But don't go thinking that I'm critical of you, Anton, because really I'm not. Not a bit! It's just that you're not here. I'm alone and I'm frightened and you're not here. And you're not ever going to be here for me.”

“And when I stand in the receiving linelike Jackie Kennedywithout the pillbox hat,if Jackie were fat and had taken enough Klonopinto still an ox,and you whisperI think of youevery day,don't finish withbecause I've been going to Weight Watcherson Tuesdays and wonder if you want to go too.”

“And why do you want to be near me?"Because you're all I can think about, day and night. I don't know what the hell is going on with us; I only know I can't get rid of it. I don't care if you're batshit insane and think you're the reincarnation of Cleopatra. I hear voices; you hear dogs. We'll work it out. Maybe get a discount on therapy.”

“I don't think I'm ever going to let you off my lap," I tell her. "So I hope you're comfortable.”

“I don't think writers need to be insane. Just crazy.”