“I'm not saying it was your fault. I'm saying it wasn't nice.”

“To be fair to Monica," I said, "what you did to her wasn't very nice either.""What'd I do to her?" he asked, defensive."You know, going blind and everything.""But that's not my fault," Isaac said."I'm not saying it was your fault. I'm saying it wasn't nice.”

“I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things.”

“I'm not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is.”

“Not that smart. Not that hot. Not that nice. Not that funny. That's me: I'm not that.”

“But once that string gets cut, kid, you can't uncut it. Do you get what I'm saying?”

“Sorry," I said to the Duke."Eh, it's not your fault. It's Carla's fault. You were turning the wheel. Carla just wasn't listening. I knew I shouldn't have loved her. She's like all the others, Tobin; as soon as I confess my love, she abandons me."I laughed. "I never abandoned you," I said patting on her back."Yeah, well, (a.) I never confessed my love to you, and (b.) I'm not even female to you.”