"I don't know, I guess it's just that I feel like if an opportunity should ever present itself I want to be ready with a plan of action. I'm a hack without talents, just like those cheap toys on the side of the road. I know it."

"You’re far from that, I’ve read your writing; I’ve seen your creative output work on a level that most people would never even be able to approach. It’s the fact that you haven't given up, even though your efforts at creativity haven't really landed you some great fiscal reward. I don't even think you're doing it for that, really, I think you're doing it because that's just who and how you are. Everybody’s got something to say. Everything that they have to say is important. You have a gift, a message, and there is a whole world out there, ready and waiting as your audience. What you say to them could cause a ripple that bounces off the shore of the end of time, or it could vanish completely, forgotten in a matter of hours, but either way, you have great talents that you’re afraid to utilize."

"Kind of seems pointless, though, given the last thing we talked about," I said, gloomily.

"It isn't," she answered, returning her hand to the window.