I'm not good at small talk; I'm not good at big talk; and medium talk just doesn't come up.

As soon as I knew that I would be all right, I was sure that I was dead and didn't know it. I moved through the days like a severed head that finishes a sentence. I waited for the moment that would snap me out of my seeming life.

I thought, my love is so good, why isn't it calling the same thing back.

Look at me. My concerns-are they spiritual, do you think, or carnal? Come on. We've read our Shakespeare.

I'm not good at small talk; I'm not good at big talk; and medium talk just doesn't come up.

Dreams: the place most of us get what we need.

We can only die in the future, I thought; right now we are always alive.