Powder: If you thought I was so intelligent would you ask me if I understood?
Powder: She didn't go some place... your wife. I felt her go. Not away, just out... everywhere.
Powder: She thinks I'm an angel.
Powder: And then its possible to talk to someone without any lies. With no sarcasms, no deceptions, no exaggerations, or any of the other things people use to confuse the truth.
Lindsey Kelloway: What are people like, on the inside?
Powder: Inside most people there's a feeling of being separate, separated from everything.
Powder: And they're not. They're part of absolutely everyone, and everything.