Winger

You know, nothing ever goes back exactly the way it was. Things just expand and contract. Like the universe, like breathing. But you’ll never fill your lungs up with the same air twice. Sometimes, it would be cool if you could pause and rewind and do over. But I think anyone would get tired of that after one or two times.

I know it’s kind of ridiculous, but I realize now how wrong that old pervert Mr. Wellins is. Almost nothing at all is ever about sex, unless you never grow up, that is.
It’s about love, and, maybe, not having it.
What an old, delusional idiot he is.

“Crede quod habes, et habes,” which means something like, if you believe in what you have, you’ll have it.