“She really does like him, she likes lying next to him, she wants to be around him; when you get down to it, can you say that about many people?”

“What was that you were saying about my mother?""She likes big dicks." Deacon slammed him hard in the gut, knocking him to the floor. "So does your wife.”

“And, like a fool, she kissed him back. Kissed him a way that would leave no doubt about the way she felt about him. Kissed him because she knew the chances were slim she'd have very many kisses like that in her lifetime. Which is a sad thing when you're only seventeen.”

“I think it was the one thing I didn’t like about him or about guys in general: when a girl says she doesn’t want to talk about it, the truth is that she usually does. I wanted him to pry it out of me. Of course, I would’ve pretended to be a little angry that he didn’t just leave me alone, but eventually I would’ve told him, when I was tired of pretending.”

“what was she like? she loved him, really loved him then, for an instant. this, this was easier. ”

“But then you slammed a door handle into my gut. And when a girl does that to a guy; it means she likes him.”