“The coma ward was boring yet difficult. Like golf.”

“Sweet little thing says she still wants to marry him. Breaks your heart: She sighed and sounded sincere, so Tracy nodded in a way she hoped denoted that she, too, was a little bit heartbroken — even though she thought that if her (hypothetical) boyfriend were in a coma for more than a few weeks, she’d probably just cut her losses and move on, not stick around to watch him shit in his pants for the next fifty years.”

“He stared at Avery's socks and felt an odd sense of wonder. Socks were so normal. So mundane. How could someone who pulled on socks in the morning be a serial killer? Socks were not hard or dangerous. Socks were funny; foot mittens, that's what socks were. They made a knobbly hinge of your toes and became comical sock-puppets. Surely anyone who wore socks could not truly be a threat to him or anyone else?”

“Este triste corazón esta en punto de convertirse en llamas.”

“No AbsolutesThe sound of the human voice like the bell ring of metal and crisp air under grey skies—romantic yet ominous—Don’t worry about contradictions. No one is innocent.No one is guilty.We are all misunderstood even by ourselves.Yet when we know lovewe know everything.”

“I've yet to find the exact word to describe the enjoyment that an evening spent riffling through old pattern books can bring.”

“I like my boyfriends to bend over, Robert.”