NO MIRACLES HERE.

“chuck berry,” she repeats in her accent. then, as if she wants to make sure she has it right: “he is the rock and roll singer.”

" you and i live in different worlds, honey. " and he circles his finger as if to indicate her world and how he sits outside its halo. " our idols will never look the same, "

which is fine. it's no good keeping company who only ever have some of the same shit to say back. " but they all do a little bit of the same thing. "

dialogue prompts from the interestings by meg wolitzer.

why would you think that's okay?

tell me everything i need to know, because i feel like i know nothing.

i completely believe in you, and i'm not the only one who does.

nothing you do is ever good enough, according to you.

who was it who made you like this, your mother or your father? or both?

i guess that's always been the case, but i've been naïve about it.

imagine just disappearing one day and never being seen again. who does that?

we had no idea what we were dealing with at the time. we were kids. we were idiots.

just because we don't talk about it doesn't mean it isn't there.

isn't knowing always better than not knowing, generally?

sometimes i have trouble distinguishing what should be kept as a thought.

help. my values are being kidnapped.

keep what i've told you to yourself.

time to get a lawyer.

i have a bad headache. i think i'm going to die.

you're an atheist. who would you pray to?

there's never any miracles. the story always ends the same way.

i've been trying to get a handle on you all night.

i can't tell if you're flirting with me.

you're adorable. i even like your anxiety.

there are some things in the world that are just not about you.

what kind of help do you think i need?

doesn't everyone deserve a chance to live in the world and not be hidden away?

i just felt so sad. i was overwhelmed by the futility of everything.

i have to tell someone, and you're the only one.

i can't bear to look deeply. inevitably you run into horrible things.

i can't sit still. i have an itch inside my body.

it's been this thing we don't really talk about openly. it was complicated.

i'm stubborn about my love, stingy about it. it comes and goes at the worst times.

you seem unburdened somehow.

maybe the best you can ever do is just cause less harm.

i never get to help you. you're always helping me.

there's nothing worse than money anxiety.

i can't believe i'll never see ____ again.

you do have a good memory.

i should have listened to you. i should always listen to you.

i don't want to sound like a therapist.

i think i deserve a moment of big honesty here.

if you're picking up on something, it's just that i feel kind of sad.

if everyone's an artist, then no one is.

it's good to have principles, but you have to adapt to the times.

closure, that impossible thing.

everyone seems like someone i sort of know. like people you see in a dream.

it's just so hard to think of you not being here.

sex can be love, or at least a very good distraction.

i don't know if i'm happy yet. i really have no idea.

do you have any idea what it's like where i live?

i feel like i've been swimming back to this place, all this time.

will you be okay? i do not mean in a cosmic sense.

people can't get enough of what they've lost, even if they don't want it anymore.

you're like a kid with milk. you've practically got a wine mustache.

you've never made me tell you things. you've never made me confess anything.

i don't know what you think you've done, but i can't believe it's irreparable.

that's a terrible story, i'm really sorry. and i'm sorry i never knew about it.

who are you? give me back my real ____.

a lot of time passed. that's mostly what happened. time.