“The future's another country, man... And I still ain't got a passport. ”

“Oscar and I are very close, and yet I know that part of him is still withdrawn, even from me.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.”

“This here's a hard country. If a man ain't fit, he can't last - Kilkenny”

“I ain't got an original thought in my head. If it ain't got the scent of divinity to it, I ain't interested in it”

“Still have your passport?"I feel my coat once more. "Got it.""Good." And then his hand is inside my pocket.My heart spazzes,but he doesn't notice.He pulls out my passport and flicks it open.WAIT.WHY DOES HE HAVE MY PASSPORT?His eyebrows shoot up.I try to snatch it back,but he holds it out of my reach. "Why are your eyes crossed?" He laughs. "Have you had some kind of ocular surgery I don't know about?""Give it back?" Another grab and miss, and I change tactics and lunge for his coat instead. I snag his passport."NO!"I open it up,and it's...baby St. Clair. "Dude.How old is this picture?"He slings my passport at me and snatches his back. "I was in middle school.”

“One day there will be no borders, no boundaries, no flags and no countries and the only passport will be the heart”