“Rain. Jude. Me. KissingStick a fork in me because I was done.”

“But Jude,' she would say, 'you knew me. All those days and years, Jude, you knew me. My ways and my hands and how my stomach folded and how we tried to get Mickey to nurse and how about that time when the landlord said...but you said...and I cried, Jude. You knew me and had listened to the things I said in the night, and heard me in the bathroom and laughed at my raggedy girdle and I laughed too because I knew you too, Jude. So how could you leave me when you knew me?”

“You bought me some forks. And knives. And spoons. Because you love me!”

“I love you, Jude.” …“And that makes me the luckiest bastard in the world.”

“Glancing up at Jude, I found him looking at me, staring at me like he couldn't help it. Maybe that's because I could have updated my heritage status from Caucasian to Tomato Red.”

“I love walking in the rain because no one can see me crying”