“Work was like a stick. It had two ends. When you worked for the knowing you gave them quality; when you worked for a fool you simply gave him eyewash.”

“Six a.m., getting out of bed again.Can’t get back in, cause sleepin in don’t pay the rent.Day to day, they got you working like a slave.Taking credit for the work you gave…and still you lay.I know you’re down…but when you gone get up?”

“You were able to wait,' said Dantes, sighing. 'Your long labor gave you a constant occupation, and when you didn't have your work to distract you, you had your hopes to console you.”

“It was like being given a maths problem when your brain's exhausted, and you know there's some far-off solution, but you can't work up the energy even to give it a go. Something in me just gave up.”

“You gave me two alternatives that you could live with, and I chose the one that I could live with. That's how compromise is supposed to work.”

“If I had to ask him to ask me, it wasn't going to work as an expression of concern. Like when you ask someone if they love you - if you have to ask them, they don't. Or not enough. Not the way you want them to.”