“I don't believe in getting clothes that just look pretty or that'll fall apart—they have to stand up to a lot of abuse.”

“What I want." I slid my hands over him until cloth folded between my fingers. "I don't even know what that is. It feels like too much, but I'll fall apart if I don't get it.”

“Things fall apart. But things don't just fall apart. People break them.”

“Now get some clothes on before the women around here are driven into a frenzy."He gave me a mournful look. "I'm afraid that'll happen with or without clothes, my dear.”

“Do you promise to help me pack up my apartment and get all my stuff? I have a lot of stuff. A lot. Shoes and purses and clothes and nail polish. I have way more purses than you brought and at least a gatrillion dresses. I can't live without them-''I promise to haul your shit around.”

“The reason everything falls apart around me, but I don’t is because my angels keep me standing up.”