"Now while I'm introducing myself, Miss Valentine, I should tell you what I write. You know the dirty words you see written on subway station walls? I write them. That's my job. I also compose poems in public toilets and do dirty drawings...."
"Please, Jordan...."
"Recently I was graduated to de luxe work ... dirty letters. But I was so crazy I wrote them to—" He began to shake. "Remember what you said? That I was poison. I am. I am. Be kind to me. Kill me."
"You know the truth now?"
"Yes."
"Then don't waste it. Remember it. Don't throw it away. Use it."
"How long have you known?"
"Since Sunday."
"And you're still around? Why aren't you running from me?"
"I've known since Sunday morning, not Sunday night. I wasn't running Sunday, was I?"