All we ever see of stars are their old photographs.

We're all puppets, Laurie. I'm just a puppet who can see the strings.

Nothing ends, Adrian. Nothing ever ends.

Janey accuses me of chasing jailbait. She bursts into angry tears, asking if it's because she's getting older. It's true. She's aging more noticeably every day—while I am standing still. I prefer the stillness here. I am tired of Earth. These people. I am tired of being caught in the tangle of their lives.

I know Dr. Kennedy and I know Coral Ridge Ministries. I have no connection.

We shouldn't require our politicians to be movie stars. Then again, we're all influenced by charisma. It's hard not to be. We all collectively fall for it.