And since she drove to work every morning, I could only use the car on weekends. Well, weekends and the middle of the goddamned night.

People are such idiots. As if there's something wrong with being in love.

I'm at the eye doctor. I'm always at the eye doctor. It's like this is my profession. I am no longer a writer, I'm now an optomoligical patient. By the way, this job doesn't pay well.

I always had this idea that you should never give up a happy middle in the hopes of a happy ending, because there is no such thing as a happy ending. Do you know what I mean? There is so much to lose.

If you don't live a life in service of a greater good, you've gotta at least die a death in service of a greater good, you know? And I fear that I won't get either a life or a death that means anything.

We are now as I wished we could be then.

I'm a grenade and at some point I'm going to blow up and I would like to minimize the casualties, okay?