“It was a character-building week, a week that thinned my hair, put circles underneath my eyes.”

“Her name is Denise, and she has green eyes and red hair. Well, this week. Last week her hair was dyed blonde, and she had blue eyes. Or maybe that was a different woman. I don’t know. All I know is that she is my soul mate.”

“Soldier gave her a week or two to get over the golden haired Prince with the character of a horned toad and the soul of a slug”

“He tried to tell me week after week to accept things as they were and move on with my life. But if there was one man who had put his life on hold to wait for something or someone, it was him.”

“Let me be clear, Ginger, since you insist on talking in circles. I want you underneath me in my bed. I want to be buried inside you so deep that I have to remind you of your own name. And I want those motherfuckers leering at you from the other side of the bar to smell me on you for a week afterward.”

“…I've had a bad week."What's happened?"Nothing's happened. I've had a bad week in my head, is all.”