isn't it funny how danger makes people passionate?

I play the radio and moon about...and dream of Utopias where its always July the 24th 1935, in the middle of summer forever.

I can't read or sleep. Without hope or youth or money I sit constantly wishing I were dead.

“Everybody gives you belief for the asking,” she said to David, “and so few people give you anything more to believe in than your own belief—just not letting you down, that's all. It's so hard to find a person who accepts responsibilities beyond what you ask.' 'So easy to be loved - so hard to love.' David answered.

We grew up founding our dreams on the infinite promise of American advertising. I still believe that one can learn to play the piano by mail and that mud will give you a perfect complexion.

Look closer and you'll see something extraordinary, mystifying, something real and true. We have never been what we seemed.

without you, dearest dearest I couldn't see or hear or feel or think - or live - I love you so and I'm never in all our lives going to let us be apart another night.