[Nelson, re. Annabelle] ..."she wants what everybody wants. She wants love." — John Hoyer Updike

Like Ronnie said, we're alone. All we have is family, for what it's worth.

[Nelson, to Annabelle] "The misery of the world," he says, reaching into himself to overcome her resistance. "That's what I kept thinking during my group this morning – the pity of everything, all of us, these confused souls trying so pathetically hard to break out of the fog – to see through our compulsions, our needs as they chew us up..."

Who would have thought that the Internet, that's supposed to knit the world into a shining tyranny-proof ball, would be so grubbily adolescent?