“Yes, you should talk," he said. "Sometimes a sad man can talk the sadness right out through his mouth. Sometimes a killin' man can talk the murder right out of his mouth.”

“Sometimes thoughts merely pass through a man's head without mishap, but sometimes they fall out of his mouth on the way through.”

“You can talk to him, you're comfortable with him...glad when he is glad, sad when he's unhappy..he's your man, out of all the world.”

“He talked and talked, his words fell through him, trying to find the floor of his sadness.”

“...Sometimes they open it up like a package in the presence of a person they can talk to,' she said. 'Someone they can trust.' She held out her hands. 'Any person who is carrying a lot of sadness,' she said, 'needs to be able to rest sometimes, and to put it down.”

“You son of a bitch!''What? he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. 'You were mad.''I wasn't talking about the kiss.'He grinned. 'Does that mean I can do it again?”