“I can do a week in a weekend. That’s not how efficient I am, that’s how little I work.”
“I do admire efficiency,’ said Marthe. ‘But how tedious it can be in excess.”
“He’s had ten years to make you fall in love with him. I haven’t had ten weeks! Tell me how that’s fair!”
“He looks trapped, helpless and furious, and that’s a feeling I know too well. Know how much it hurts. Know how it holds you down, how every day there are a thousand little ways to see there is nothing you can do to change who or what you are.”
“How can I be secure? (Pause.) Through amassing wealth beyond all measure? No. And what’s beyond measure? That’s a sickness. That’s a trap. There is no measure. Only greed.”
“You may not realize it yet, but you’re mine. Not because I am claiming you. You’re mine because that’s how it is.”