“People being nice for no apparent reason always made me suspicious. People being nice to me with no apparent reason made me even more suspicious.”

“Have you thought this through? People die, love. I'm all for women, but this isn't a woman's game.'For some reason, this irritates me more than anythign else I've heard all day. It's not even relevant.”

“Sam looked at me, yellow eyes catching and holding me. "I miss being me. I miss you. All the time.”

“[I]t just makes me tired even thinking about it. It reminds me of that feeling I had before I left. Like my lungs were made of lead. Like I can't even think about starting to care about anything. Like I either wish that they were all dead, or I was, because I can't stand the pull of all that history between us. That's before I even pick up the phone. I'm so tired I never want to wake up again. But I've figured out now that it was never them that made me feel that way. It was just me, all along.”

“You made this?'Finn looks at me. 'No, Saint Anthony brought it to me in the night. He was very put out I didn't give it to you right then.”

“Tommy grabs my waist and swings me around in a circle. I drag my feet because i am opposed to people touching me when I'm not expecting it. Also because it will take more than dancing to cheer me up.”

“I wasn’t sure which of us was being more selfish—her, for wanting something that no one could promise, or me, for not promising her something that was too painfully impossible to want.”