“The hell with virtue. I've figured out the mechanics of her dress.”
“Dresses that are complicated," she says softly, the smile on her lips pure wicked fun, "are essential to teach girls that they shouldn't bother with guys who won't figure out how to take off a dress.”
“I've never figured out how tears work, how there's an endless supply.”
“Some have it that patience is actually despair dressed as a virtue.”
“If you're drowning for real, and nobody believes you, then you sure as hell better figure out how to swim.”
“All of my best friends are dead people. Someday I've got to figure out how that happened.”