“He's solid."You're fractured."He's hopeful."You're hopeless."He's always there."You're half there."He's faithful."You're so not."He's giving."You're afraid to give."He's honest."You lie all the time."He's loving."You don't know how to love.”

“Oh, God. God, isn't that perfect? He's Dad. He's Dad with a layer of nerd. Solid, steady, chipping away so patiently, you don't even know you've had your shields hacked down until you're defenseless. It's the type." "You're not in love with a type, you're in love with a man," Penny corrected. "Or you're not.”

“I know you're frustrated that he's keeping you locked up like this, but don't give him too bad a time when he gets back. He loves you more than you know. It terrifies him to be away from you.”

“You're lovely but you're empty,' he went on. 'One couldn't die for you”

“You're awfully dark, brother," he said. "You don't know how dark.”

“When we sleep together, he holds me like he loves me. I've noticed this: when it's the first date, and you fuck, the guy holds you much better than he does the next few times. The first date, you're sort of a stand-in for whomever he loved last, before he fully realizes you're not her, so you get all this nice residue emotion.”