“Tinsley hated the thought of people greeting her with “Where's Julian?” It was like once you were a couple, you ceased to exist as an individual. It made her a little sick to her stomach.”
“I just like meeting people.”“I don't.” Tinsley wrinkled her nose. “It upsets my balance. I hate having to constantly reconfigure everyone, who fits where and all that.”
“You made her apologize for sickness. For her courage. You made her feel sorry for dying.”
“Julian dipped his head to her ear where he nuzzled her neck. “I will love you forever,” he whispered.”
“Generally, I decided, it was better to wait, if you had any feeling for the individual. If you hated her right off, it was better to fuck her right off; if you didn't, it was better to wait, then fuck her and hate her later on.”
“Hate people on an individual basis only - you must actually get to know someone at least slightly before you can properly hate him or her.”