"You think about how we are alone in infinity, ricocheting between stimuli and hope and orgasms. We wander. We stare out train windows, at bedroom ceilings, examining the nail pops in the sheetrock, eating reheated egg rolls, trying to understand it. You are standing there like he was standing there, you don't know where you are going, you don't care, you drift. She is somewhere and you are here and in the meantime you wait."

- To Girl, From Boy, with Love