“I shall freckle.""That doesn't bother me," he said with a shrug."It bothers me!""Don't worry. They'll be on your own face, so you won't have to see them."Ellie gaped at him, astounded by his illogic.”

“You're flying to Chicago to get drunk and have other women shake their boobs in your face.""If it bothers you, I won't go," he said seriously."No," I kicked at the table leg. "It doesn't bother me. Maybe I'm just jealous.""Jealous? You're not the jealous type.""Maybe I want boobs shaken in my face.”

“I don't like killing a girl," the Spaniard said."God does it all the time; if it doesn't bother Him, don't let it worry you.”

“I don't ask what Alex sees in him because I'm afraid my disapproval will make her latch on to him even more. That's how it works. I'll have to pretend he doesn't bother me and that I don't want to drown him in the bay.”

“If I love you you're going to hate me, so I just won't bother.”

“Don't worry about me babe. I've seen so many backs walking away from me that this is old hat," he said, shrugging like this wasn't killing him like it was me. "Say it," he said, his voice shaking.”