“I've been living alone for so long, everything about me’s private. I’m surprised anyone’s able to understand a word I say.”

“I never talk about the end game." He winked at her. "I've lived so long without death that I've stopped believing in it.”

“I’m exempt from anything I damned will feel like on the grounds that I’ll kick anyone’s ass who says otherwise.”

“I've always been able to see you," I say. "It's a rather lovely view.”

“Who gives a shit what everyone thinks?” he said. I see now that this has long been some sort of mantra for him. I've never been that free. I want to be, and sometimes I pretend to be, but I’m not. I’m forever chained to giving a shit about what someone thinks.”

“I'm a supporter of gay rights. And not a closet supporter either. From the time I was a kid, I have never been able to understand attacks upon the gay community. There are so many qualities that make up a human being... by the time I get through with all the things that I really admire about people, what they do with their private parts is probably so low on the list that it is irrelevant.”