“Quit pouting, girl. All a Milquetoast ever gets is wet.”

“First we talked about girls. Not girls like any of us had ever seen in the flesh, but those girls in magazines with huge tits and puffed-up lips and sleepy eyes, like they'd been fucked hard all night and they were mostly pouting now because the guy finally pulled out. We talked about those girls a lot. And it was all talk.”

“You take the flotsam," I tell her, "I'll take the jetsam."You always get the jetsam,"she says pretending to pout. "Do you ever think if poeple heard our conversations they'd lock us up?"All the time.”

“Maybe this is all love is and all it will ever be-- boys fucking girls and pretending it's love, girls getting fucked and pretending they like it, saying "I love you, too," and wanting to throw up.”

“You can swim all day in the Sea of Knowledge and not get wet.”

“‎She was not a little girl heart-broken about him; she was a grown woman smiling at it all, but they were wet smiles.”