“What do you mean I can’t sleep with this hooker in the basement?”

“I can’t sleep. There’s always somebody not getting treatment. I can’t stand that.”

“I can’t think. I can’t work or sleep. My body aches for you. I can make you want me again. Let me try.”

“Don’t do what you can’t undo, until you’ve considered what you can’t do once you’ve done it.”

“When the Twin Towers collapsed do you know what was in the basement? […] Lots of gold. Do you know where it is? […] Nobody does. It disappeared. Did those buildings drop down to cover a great crime being committed? Somebody is taking all this gold out of the Twin Tower basement. Makes you wonder.”

“What do I share?
What do I keep from all the strangers
Who sleep where I sleep?”

“You can’t become a billionaire stepping over children sleeping on the street.”

“You can’t imagine the white-hot fury someone who can’t sleep has toward the beautiful dreamer beside him.”

“We sleep when we fall. We only sleep when we can’t move anymore. That’s juvenile. But it means everything. It’s the illusion of progress. Staying awake isn’t progress. The illusion is enough.”

“Can I…I mean, do you mind if I sleep up here? If you don't, I, um, understand. I just—"
"Yes." The word bolted out of me. "Yes, please. Maybe I'll be able to sleep if you're here.”