I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt but I was wrong.

The passage of time will usually extract the venom of most things and render them harmless

In the end, like so many beautiful promises in our lives, that dinner date never came to be.

Tell me how you could say such a thing, she said, staring down at the ground beneath her feet. You're not telling me anything I don't know already. 'Relax your body, and the rest of you will lighten up.' What's the point of saying that to me? If I relaxed my body now, I'd fall apart. I've always lived like this, and it's the only way I know how to go on living. If I relaxed for a second, I'd never find my way back. I'd go to pieces, and the pieces would be blown away. Why can't you see that? How can you talk about watching over me if you can't see that?

Although I didn't think so at the time, things were a lot simpler in 1969. All you had to do to express yourself was throw rocks at riot police. But with today's sophistication, who's in a position to throw rocks? Who's going to brave what tear gas? C'mon, that's the way it is. Everything is rigged, tied into that massive capital web, and beyond this web there's another web. Nobody's going anywhere. You throw a rock and it'll come right back at you.

What we needed were not words and promises but a steady accumulation of small realities.

I happen to like the strange ones. People who look normal and leads normal lives - they're the ones you have to watch out for.