I may not know the weight of those things, but I could feel the weight of that one, so I kept it to myself. You know that things aren't going well for you when you can't even tell people the simplest fact about your life, just because they'll presume you're asking them to feel sorry for you. I suppose it's why you feel so far away from everyone, in the end; anything you can think of to tell them just ends up making them feel terrible.

There are many differences between a baby and an I-Pod. And one of the biggest is, no ones going to mug you for your baby.

Everything's complicated, even those things that seem flat in their bleakness or sadness.

I've committed to nothing...and that's just suicide...by tiny, tiny increments.

The trouble with history is that there are too many people involved

I'm simply pointing out that what happens to us isn't the whole story. That I continue to exist even when we're not together.

If you really wanted to mess me up, you should have got to me earlier.