“You didn’t ask me for the moon.I would have wrapped the world around your shoulders. Harrowed hell or pillaged heaven. But you assumedI’d let you go, and trust you would return. The hours between stretched on the rack of your absence, amongst swift talking ladies’ men competing for your hand fear shuffled in the silence.Devotion didn’t cut me from the crowdbut love’s a cold and lonely place to stand.”

“I would make Harry my personal slave and would make him drive me places.”

“Your heart is who you are, all else follows. Guard your heart, Thomas. Guard your heart.”

“Your eyes told me to trust you, your heart’s beat told me you were afraid of getting broken too, the only thing you didn’t tell me was how to let go once you were gone...”

“When you want to talk about honor, they want to talk about money. When you want to talk about money, they want to talk about gentility. They either get the notion of honor or they don't. And if they don't, you probably shouldn't be fucking with them.”

“Downloading's the same as what I used to do. I used to tape the charts of the songs I liked [off the radio]. I don't mind it. I hate all these big, silly rock stars who moan. At least they're fuckin' downloading your music, you cunt, and paying attention, know what I mean? You should fuckin' appreciate that, what are you moaning about? You've got fuckin' five big houses, so shut up.”

“Bengt didn’t budge. “Talk to me, damn it.”“Let go!”“And where are you planning to go, Alex?”“Away!”“You can’t get away. You’re lugging your own prison around with you and patching up any holes from inside. Brilliant tactics, really! How does it feel?”“Safe!”