“Do you mean to tell me that you're thinking seriously of building that way, when and if you are an architect?”“Yes.”“My dear fellow, who will let you?”“That’s not the point. The point is, who will stop me?”

“[Dean] “My dear fellow, who will let you?”[Roark] “That’s not the point. The point is, who will stop me?”

“My dear fellow, who will let you?""That's not the point. The point is, who will stop me?”

“I gained everything. Or at least I'll think so," he growled, suddenly impatient, anxious, "when you give me a bloody answer to my bloody question. How many times are you going to make me ask you? Will you marry me, Gabrielle O'Callaghan? Yes or yes? And in case you're still managing to miss the point, the correct answer is 'yes.' And, by the way, anytime you'd like to tell me you love me, I wouldn't mind hearing it.”

“I see you're determined to miss my point.""If you're point is that there was a pretty girl in the room and it was distracting you, then I think I've taken your point handily.""You think she's pretty?" Will was surprised; Jem rarely opinioned this sort of thing."Yes, and you do too.""I hadn't noticed, really.""Yes, you have, and I've noticed you noticing.”

“The complaint lies with me, not with you. I never could find a way to make you proud of me, and at some point, I think I stopped trying. When you were here, I blamed you for that. I think now, the failure is mine... It occurs to me that death is a funny thing - not funny in a laughter sort of way, but in a twisty sort of way. It's the people who are left behind who have to grapple with the regret. The one who is gone is just gone. Wherever you are... I hope you have regret about what happened yesterday.”