“I have rubbed, knocked and brushed up against a thousand windows, trying to get an image.”

“He smacked the heel of his hand against his forhead, as if that could knock the mental picture out of his head. Hell, he though irritably, he didn't want to knock the image just out of his head. He wanted to send it clear across the room and out the window.”

“In the morning I brush my teeth with hope, and at night before bed I brush them with defeat. Both are mint flavored, so I try not to get them mixed up.
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“Who would have thought working for an angry jackass would result in my getting fucked up against a cold window at work and liking it?”

“Heal me? You’re trying to heal me by rubbing your…by rubbing against me?” Kat didn’t even try to keep the skepticism out of her voice. “Yeah, right.”

“To be knocked out doesn't mean what it seems. A boxer does not have to get up.”