“I'm going to call you Rose," he says with resolution, working the back off an old clock.”

“He stepped back and threw his arms out."I'm always crazy around you Rose. Here, I'm going to write an impromptu poem for you."He tipped his head back and shouted to the sky:"Rose is in redBut never in blueSharp as a thornFights like one too.”

“Rose, I'm an addict with no work ethic who is likely going to go insane. I'm not like you. I'm not a super-hero.""Not yet," I said.”

“I'm too old to be your adolescent experiment."Rory called back, "I'm too old to be an experimenting adolescent."Drawn Together”

“Go to hell, March." But I'm still smiling while I say it. As I doze off again, I'm pretty sure he says, "Been there, done that, and I'm keeping a spot warm for you, babe.”

“Has he not got a wife back wherever he comes from? Is there no wife to say, ‘You must not go off and visit library ladies’?”