No one has anything to get up for. Life’s pointless and everyone just gets up anyway. That’s how the human race works,” she says, and hands me a coffee.

It’s when I’m around some people that my entire vocabulary goes on vacation. Like now, when Dave’s walking next to me wearing an old black singlet and board shorts and the tattoo of a bird on his wrist, every single word in my head except “no” and “huh” is lying somewhere on a beack getting a suntan.

That’s what we think because we can’t imagine what it’s like to not exist.

Don’t go confusing stupidity with guts.” -Bert.

He said the seconds were pouring off people, tiny glowing dots pouring from their skins, only no one could see them.

I don’t believe that the future gives us signs. I think that we look back and read the past with the present in our eyes... Maybe you read to look forward, and start reading the future.

Doesn’t love fall somewhere in the big scheme of things? Isn’t it the biggest scheme?

I guess there are a lot of people who don’t know the right thing to say. You don’t notice them so much because they pretend they do.

They don’t wait for something to happen. They wait to happen to something.

It’s the characters, mostly, not the world. It’s how people are when they’ve lost everything or when it’s dangerous to think for themselves.