Έχω τη βασανιστική αίσθηση ότι οι αληθινοί μου φίλοι με περιμένουν πέρα από το κολέγιο, ασυνήθιστες γυναίκες, με φιλοδοξίες τόσο μεγάλες όσο τα παραπτώματα του παρελθόντος τους.

I know that when I am dying, looking back, it will be women that I regret having argued with, women I sought to impress, to understand...

Her Brooklyn accent only comes out when she's angry. This is the best part....I pick at my pancakes while she tells me, simply, "It's ok to change your mind." About a feeling, a person, a promise of love. I can't stay just to avoid contradicting myself. I don't have to watch him cry.

I have the nagging sense that my true friends are waiting for me, beyond college, unusual women whose ambitions are as big as their past transgressions, whose hair is piled high, dramatic like topiaries at Versailles, and who never, ever say "too much information" when you mention a sex dream you had about your father.