“There are no men like me. There's only me”

“« … why is the world so full of pain and injustice ? »« Because of men like you. »« There are no ‘men like me’. There’s only me. »”

“There's the one and only T.C. There was nobody like me before, and there ain't gonna be anybody like me after I'm gone...”

“And then he hugs me. Really hugs me. Like he thinks that there's only one of me and I'm special and I'm enough for him. Like he doesn't need anything else. Like he was alone and then I came along.”

“There's a curse on me as there's a curse on the Larkin name. The curse comes back, again and again, to taunt me! Ronan! Kilty! Tomas! And now me! What are the Irish among men? Are we lepers? Are we a blight? Will there ever be an end to our tears?”

“only, adj. Thats the dilemma isn't it? when you're single, there's the sadness and joy of only me. And when you're paired, there's the sadness and joy of only you.”