I want to see you again tonight. But I'm willing to wait all night and much of tomorrow.

You should see it. V for Vendetta I mean. "I'll look it up." No. With Me. At my house. Now

Something about me has always liked the drama and inconvience of bad weather. The worse the better, really.

That's the mystery, isn't it? Is the labyrinth living or dying? Which is he trying to escape---the world or the end of it?

Breaking down that wall is the kind of story that might have a happy middle - oh, look, we broke down this wall, I'm going to look at you like a girl and you're going to look at me like a boy, and we're going to play a fun game called Can I Put My Hand There What About There What About There.

The worse the haircut, the better the man.

It was not an eventful day. I should have done extraordinary things. I should have sucked the marrow out of life. But on that day, I slept eighteen hours out of a possible twenty-four.