Me? I had no dreams. No longings. Dreams only set you up for disappointment. Plus, you had to have a life to have dreams of a better life.

Yet, when we talked, when we were together, she seemed so familiar. Seemed to know who I was, where I was coming from. She knew me better than I knew myself, I think. She was easy to be with. And I wanted to be with her, like all the time.

It was all about hate. There should be laws. We're there laws? Can you legislate against hatred?

...the man of my dreams is a girl.

I had to fight so hard not to cry.

How does he do it? Live. With the fear of death every day. I don't fear death as much as I fear the thought of living.

I hear you. I just don't believe a word you say.