“She'd come home with me to act as my barrier for Family Friday-or as i liked to refer it, Dinner for the Damned.”

“It's promising and seductive, that huge Italian family, sitting around the dinner table, surrounded by olive trees. But it's not my family and I am not their family, and no amount of birthing sons, and cooking dinner and raking leaves or planting the gardens or paying for the plane tickets is going to change that. If I don't come back in eleven months, I will not be missed, and no one will write me or call me to acknowledge my absence. Which is not an accusation, just a small truth about clan and bloodline.”

“...At your age?' My ass. As long as I feed & support my family, do my job & do it well, I'll act any age as I damn well please.”

“Basically my wife was immature. I'd be at home in my bath and she'd come in and sink my boats.”

“Damn chicken. Come eat your dinner. I'm cold.”

“Flaxfield died on a Friday which was a shame, because he always ate a trout for dinner on Friday, and it was his favourite.”