“His date kept saying to him, "How horrible . . . Don't, darling. Please, don't. Not here." Imagine giving somebody a feel and telling them about a guy committing suicide at the same time! They killed me.”
“Tell me. Tell me, Grace, that you don't feel this. Please. Tell me and I will walk right out of here”
“Please don't' ask me how I feel about it. If I had to pick a word, I'd say homicidal.”
“I don't so much mind that newspapers are dying - it's watching them commit suicide that pisses me off.”
“I can't imagine us saying these things to each other out loud. But even if I can't imagine hearing these words, I can imagine living them. I don't even picture it. Instead I'm in it. How I feel with him here. That peace. It would be so happy, and it makes me sad because it only exists in words.”
“and tell him to paint me a sign, with-"no suicides permitted here, and no smoking in the parlor;" might as well kill both birds at once.”