Anthony is checking your reaction just to know that he's alive..

"I continue to believe that no one knows what the hell they are doing."

"What?"

"Huh?"

"I just said what."

"I don't know. It's like people ain't livin'. They are just going around pressing buttons constantly checking to see if they are alive."

"Ok."

"I mean they are being assholes or being overly nice and checking your reaction. They're running around doin' this shit all day."

"You think?"

"With both things they don't give a real shit about you."

"I thought they did."

"They don't mean to hurt your feelings."

Anthony is wondering why you are reading that book.

"Why are people reading books on the train?"

"I'm sure you're going to tell me why?"

"Huh?"

"What?"

"It's just these placid faces. It's these dead stares they have. They are sitting still and reading these books."

"I would do the same on a moving train."

"It's just a deadness. I want to ask them why they are reading what they are reading and why. I can see it's fiction, I can see that most of it is action."

"What is so interesting about people reading books on a train? Seems pretty normal don't you think."

"I don't think it is in this case. I can feel that it's different on this train ride."

"Ok."

"It is as if they are reading about lives that intensely better than themselves."

"Yeah."

"But they know it. They realize this."

"Yeah

"Why?"

"What do you mean why?"

"I don't know. I just can't imagine someone reading about our life."

Nicholas wants to disappear

"The only fucking thing I want is peace. I'm not saying this because it's cool to say or it's some spiritual proclamation."

"I didn't say anything.

"I know you didn't"

"Ok."

"I don't want to be seen. I don't want to be seen at all. if I pick something up. If I admire something, I have just gave away my position. I have just open myself up to ridicule, manipulation, hate. Venomous shit."

"What are we talking about here."

"I don't know. I mean we are talking about surrender and disappearance. Or just standing there. Just standing there, when someone is looking you over for anything they can use against you. Whatever your favorite thing is, the things you covet. The position you want to hold. Give all of that shit up."

"Ok"

"I found I don't even want it. I found I want it because they want it. I can give a shit about it really. The only thing I want is peace and quiet. I just want to hear myself not think."

"Ah."

"Yes."

"Giving it up makes you almost disappear right in front of them. I don't want it."

"Do you want that chocolate crawler?"

William needs the process.

"I think they like the drive there."

"What?"

"I think they live for the travel."

"You preach about that all the time."

"I do."

"What?"

"I know I do. We have agreed that there is something there. We know that there is something precious about the process."

"Ok."

"Both of us want it. One wants to rip the page out, chew and then swallow it. They don't want you to see it. They don't want you to be alone with it. The other person needs to sit with it--be alone with it. Needs to own it."

"What?"

"One of them knows there is no process. They need to keep it a secret till they get comfortable"