“I walk away,I walk away from the voices,the shouts,the disappointment. I walk away from my deceptions,my mistakes,my regrets.I walk away from all that I am supposed to be and all I cannot be.For all of it is a lie.”

“Do You think it matters if they're tiny or deep? he asked. Well, if they're not tiny breaths and they're not deep breaths, then they're just ... breaths. Then you're just breathing for the sake of ... breathing. ... Seize them. Feel them. Love them ...”

“No human can bury their past indefinitely. It’s only a matter of time before you crack.”

“There’s no getting better, Storm. This is it.” There’s no coming back from the dead.”

“Society is better off with me in a gym.”

“Must have been some kind a nightmare.”“Yeah,” I answer, my usual calm, vacant voice returning. “Can’t wait to wake up.”

“He leans in closer and closer until his breath caresses my mouth. I’m paralyzed. I swear he’s going to kiss me. I swear I’m going to let him.”

“I could lay here and stare at him forever. I don’t want to let go. Ever.”

“I barrel into his arms, my mouth connecting with his. Seizing him. Feeling him. Loving him.”

“What’s wrong is that every morning and every night, I lie in bed wondering why you’re not beside me.”

“What the hell do I have to do to get your attention? Do I need to get up there?” I throw an arm toward the stage. His eyes swell for just a second, in shock. He reaches forward to hold my hands, but he catches himself in time and instead folds them across his chest. “Believe me, you have my full attention.”