I didn't use anybody's story. I used the context and the structure of the situation. People were so, so desperate to tell their story and begin to digest their experience - like turning it into a story - that after the fist few weeks I could go with a pad and pencil and take notes. People didn't seem at all bothered by that.

People have to deal with their issues together; they have to expose themselves and kind of exhaust themselves.

Every stage of life has its own form of power, and we're always sort of terrified as to whether we can make the jump to the next form of power.

If it is the case that love does survive death, then you may consider this to be a happy ending. Boy meets girl. Boy gets girl. Happily ever after or not.

I know this because Tyler knows this.

These flowers will be rotten in a couple hours. Birds will crap on them. The smoke here will make them stink, and tomorrow a bulldozer will probably run over them, but for right now they are so beautiful.

Love is bullshit. Emotion is bullshit.