“Who am I? And how, I wonder, will this story end?”

“If it isn't a wonderful story first, who cares how "important" it is?”

“I wondered which was harder, in the end. The act of telling, or who you told it to. Or maybe if, when you finally got it out, the story was really all that mattered.”

“I am writing graffiti on your body.
I am drawing the story of how hard we tried.”

“Of one thing I am perfectly sure: God's story never ends with 'ashes.”

“I wondered if the person who really loves you is the person who knows all your stories, the person who WANTS to know all your stories.”

“It is easy to be selfish. It is hard to love who I am. No wonder I am surprised if you do.”

“No, they never expected or sensed the wishes of that omniscient narrator who, at times, wondered, accompanied by a glass of cabernet, about how his story should be constructed, how this story should develop.”

“I don't know how it is… but you seem to think me something wonderful, and indeed, I am not.”

“I am the lord of Redmont Fief. He is my tenant. I am his commander. End of story. Ipso facto. Case-o closed-o.”