“If I want a man I'll go to a cheap bar, like any other sane woman. I, for one, haven't hit rock bottom.”
“The problem isn't that I've hit rock bottom. The problem is that I haven't.”
“I need you.” He could not go any further down. Rock bottom. And at the very bottom was just this one thing. The core of it all. “Fucking... love you... too much.”
“The first casualty of hitting rock bottom is vanity.”
“I pity the man who wants a coat so cheap that the manor woman who produces the cloth will starve in the process.”
“When you decide to hit rock bottom, humiliation is part of the deal.”