“I think too much. I think ahead. I think behind. I think sideways. I think it all. If it exists, I’ve fucking thought of it.”
“Whenever I think of something but can't think of what it was I was thinking of, I can't stop thinking until I think I'm thinking of it again. I think I think too much.”
“There's good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it makes me feel too fucking sad.”
“I think I exist, therefore I exist. I think.”
“Well? What do you think?I think you’re the most amazing female I’ve ever met. And I would like to fuck you all night long. Bend over. What do I think about what?She sighed. Typical male.”
“Which is more valuable into showing how I think: the order I think of things, or the order in which I arrange them once I’ve thought of them?”