“But even Es and cocaine, over the years they blow holes in your brain, rob you of your memories, your past. Which is fair enough, convenient even.”
“If your brains were dynamite there wouldn't be enough to blow your hat off.”
“Even you are not rich enough, Sir Robert, to buy back your past. No man is”
“My love for you won't stop with my leaving. Come an evening over the years, when you step outside your door and hear the wind blowing through the cottonwoods, that'll be me, thinking of you, whispering your name, and loving you.”
“Your past is always your past. Even if you forget it, it remembers you.”
“Do you even know what hammerd means?" I asked."Something to do with drinking your American beer out of a hole in the side of a can?"Dave reached over and slapped him on the shin. "Close enough.”