“If you were anyone else, I'd tell you it's unbecoming to gloat."But you'd tell me..."That even gloating becomes you. It's a sad thing, an intelligent woman in love.”

“Less is less. Heartbreak is heartbreak. You think I'm sitting here gloating. Telling myself that my suffering beats yours? Hurt is hurt. You don't measure these things.”

“-You're gloating, Max. It's not flattering. Somebody needs to teach you a little humility.--A good woman could do that.--She'd have to be armed and dangerous.-”

“No, not really. But …” Okay, I couldn’t help but gloat a little. “She likes me.”Samedi didn’t even look at me. “Well of course, you’ve had that bloody uniform on all day. I was half ready to tell you how much I liked you.”

“How do you tell someone that you weren't the person he thought you were? And more importantly, how did you tell him that you'd meant the things you'd said, when everything else about you turned out to be a lie.”

“...the sun would leave my sky if I couldn't assume you'd simply come and tell me you were sad.”