“The door of love is squeaky. Would you mind oiling it on your way out?”

“Let my office know when you change your mind," he said, then headed for the door, jerking to a stop when Ivy didn't get out of his way. "Let us know when cherry lollypops come out your ass," Jenks said,”

“Shut off the door and don't let the light hit you in the ass on your way out.”

“Why so much hate in your mind when love is the only way to straighten things out?”

“That is the way we decided to talk, free and easy, two young men discussing a boxing match. That was the only way to talk. You couldn't let too much truth seep into your conversation, you couldn't admit with your mouth what your eyes had seen. If you opened the door even a centimeter, you would smell the rot outside and hear the screams. You did not open the door. You kept your mind on the tasks of the day, the hunt for food and water and something to burn, and you saved the rest for the end of the war.”

“...on the job there was nothing but the job. You left the shit outside the door. You could always pick it up on your way back out.”