Marla Singer: ...Condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip one on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night... then you throw it away. The condom, I mean, not the stranger.Narrator: What?
Every evening I died, and every evening I was born again, resurrected.
With insomnia, nothing's real. Everything's far away. Everything's a copy of a copy of a copy.
I am Jack's inflamed sense of rejection.