I wanted someone to love who would stay: stay and be there, always.

‎I never wanted to have anything in my life that I couldn't stand losing. But it's too late for that.

Time passes and the pain begins to roll in and out as though it’s a woman standing at an ironing board, passing the iron back and forth, back and forth across a white tablecloth.

I'm sorry. I didn't know you were coming or I'd have cleaned up a little more. My life, I mean, not just the apartment.

The engagement ring is an emerald, and the dim light from the window is refracted green and white in it. The rings are silver, and they need cleaning. They need wearing, and I know just the girl to wear them.

I think play must have been invented so we wouldn't go mad thinking about certain things.

There's always world enough and time.