We do not start as dust. We do not end as dust. We make more than dust. That's all we ask of you. Make more than dust.

She transforms once again into someone carefree, and I transform into someone whose only care is her.

I couldn't fault her for believing, because I had to imagine i was nice to have that illusion still intact.

When is a night over? Is it the start of sunrise or the end of it? Is it when you finally go to sleep or simply realize that you have to? When the club closes or when you everyone leaves? "It's over when you decide it's over," she says. "When you call it a night. The rest is just a matter of where the sun is in the sky.

Laughter rarely lasts longer than a few seconds, it's true. But how enjoyable those few seconds are.

We'd said we'd keep in touch. But touch is not something you can keep; as soon as it's gone, it's gone. We should have said we'd keep in words, because they are all we can string between us--words on a telephone line, words appearing on a screen.

If there wasn't a word for it, would we realize our masochism as much?