"I think that book that I wrote was like building something...so that I wouldn't forget the details of the time that we spent together. You know, like, just as reminder, that once we really did meet, that this was real, this happened..."
"I'm happy you're saying that because, I mean, I always feel like a freak because I'm never able to move on like this: people just have an affair or even entire relationships...they break up and they forget. They move on like they would have changed brand of cereals. I feel I was never able to forget anyone I've been with because each person had their own specific qualities. You can never replace anyone...What is lost is lost. Each relationship when it ends, really damages me. I never fully recover...that's why I'm very careful with getting involved....because it hurts too much. Even getting laid...I actually don't do that because I will miss of the person the most mundane things. Like I'm obsessed with little things.
Maybe I'm crazy...but when I was a little girl my mom told me that I was always late to school. One day she follwed me to see why. I was looking at chestnuts falling from the trees, rolling on the sidewalk or ants crossing the road, the way a leaf casts a shadow on a tree trunk...Little things...little things.
I think it's the same with people...I see in them little details, so specific to each of them that move me and that I miss and will always miss. you can never replace anyone because everyone is made of such beautiful, specific details. Like I remember the way your beard has a bit of red in it and how the sun was making it glow that morning before you left...I remember that and I missed that..."
"Even tomorrow, in other arms...My heart will stay yours until I die...
Let me sing you a waltz...about this lovely one night stand"