“I don't like to complain about life's little ups and downs, but maybe we should talk about it.”

“Maybe we're standing like coins on the edge?"Allie considered this. "Meaning?""Meaning, we might be able to shake things up a little, and find a way to come up heads.""Or tails," suggested Allie."What are you talking about?" said Lief."Life and death.”

“-Can we have one day when we don't have to talk about the meaning of life?-I don't think we ever talk about anything else.”

“When we talked, I talked about me, you talked about you, when we should have talked about each other.”

“I couldn't trust you with it. To do something with it. I don't want anybody talking about me. To say where I was or what I said when I was there. I mean, you could talk about me maybe. But nobody could say that it was me. I could be anybody. I think in times like these the less said the better. If something had happened and we were survivors and we met on the road then we'd have something to talk about. But we're not. So we don't.”

“Well I talk a little about that, but I don't admit that from the beginning I knew we were not meant to be together.”