I Want To See You Again Tonight.

But You Want To See Shapes; You Want To See Stories, So You Pick Them Out Of The Sky.

I Don't Know How I Look, But I Know How I Feel: Young. Goofy. Infinite.

So How’s It Going?” “okay. Glad To Be Home, I Guess. Gus Told Me You Were In The Icu?” “yeah,” I Said. “sucks,” He Said. “i’m A Lot Better Now,” I Said. “i’m Going To Amsterdam Tomorrow With Gus.” “i Know. I’m Pretty Well Up-to-date On Your Life, Because Gus Never. Talks. About. Anything. Else.

I'm Really Not Up For Answering Any Questions That Start With How, When, Where, Why Or What.

It's Not Fair," I Said. "it's Just So Goddamned Unfair." "the World," He Said, "is Not A Wishgranting Factory.