And then we were kissing.....The space around us evaporated, and for a weird moment I rally like my body; this cancer-ruined thing I'd spent years dragging around suddenly seemed worth the struggle.

We just sat there quiet for a long time, which was fine, and I was thinking about way back in the very beginning in the Literal Heart of Jesus.

People always get used to beauty though.

A paper town for a paper girl.

It's a metaphor, see: You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don't give it the power to do its killing.

That was part of her, and you used to know it. It's like now you only care about the Alaska you made up.

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.