I am hunted by humans.

Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.

Make no mistake, the woman had a heart. She had a bigger one that people would think. There was a lot in it, stored up, high in miles of hidden shelving. Remember that she was the woman with the instrument strapped to her body in the long, moon-slit night.

The question is what color will everything be at that moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying?

There are so many moments to remember and sometimes I think that maybe we're not really people at all. Maybe moments are what we are.... Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more.

She gave 'The Dream Carrier' to Max as if words alone could nourish him.

Very suddenly. Yes, quite suddenly, I didn't feel like I could handle my feeling of aloneness.