“Why not just live in the moment, especially if it has a good beat?”

“If a life can be ruined in a single moment, a moment of betrayal, or violence, or ill luck, then why can a life not also be saved, be worth living, be made, by just a few pure moments of perfection?”

“Two hearts,
Two hearts that beat as one
Our lives have just begun.”

“Why were the good days always so short? Moment to moment, day by day—each so full, and oh so lovely—and then gone forever, gone before there was a chance to absorb them properly, to really live them.”

“Thank you for touching me. Some of the only moments worth living were spent with you. Not you especially, the collective you.”

“We spend a good part of our lives dreaming, especially when we're awake.”

“The male sexual drive is supposed to fall off during moments of stress,” he thought. “It is comforting sometimes to know that I must be abnormal. Especially in a situation like this. Perpetual lust has got to be good for the human race.”

“Most dancers I know, especially the talented and successful ones, seem to possess [my dog's] knack for living moment to moment. You see, their idea of time is related to those infinitely short moments when they are onstage being their superselves.”

“And the moment you care that much, a man has you. He owns a little piece of your soul, and he can beat you to death with it.”

“Why was my own dress good enough to live in, and not good enough to die in?”