A Comedy Ends With A Wedding, And

I Can Become Someone Else, Not Out Of Pressure And Desperation, But Merely Because A New Life Sounds Fun Or Interesting Or Joyful.

I Just Don't Want To Die Without A Few Scars.

Sorry, Mom. Sorry, God.

There's No Way You Can Get The Past Right. You Can Pretend. You Can Delude Yourself, But You Can't Re-create What's Over.

You Can Spend Your Whole Life Building A Wall Of Facts Between You And Anything Real.