I will play out the string. I will not betray your trust. I will find you.

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

There's no way of knowing that your last good day is Your Last Good Day. At the time, it is just another good day.

I'm a grenade, I just want to stay away from people and read books, and think.

And, since they are theater people, they are all talking. All of them. Simultaneously. They do not need to be heard; they only need to be speaking.

And on the last day, the bad days become so difficult to recall, because one way or another, she had made a life here, just as I had. The town was paper, but the memories were not. All the things I’d done here, all the love and pity and compassion and violence and spite, kept welling up inside me.

I was thinking about this girl you love so much," she said, "And this place I love so much. And how that happens. How you can just fall into it.