“We're all victims of what life deals out. It's how we handle it that's important.”
“She wants to learn how to handle a gun.Well, I want George Clooney naked in my bed, but I haven't attempted kidnapping. Yet.”
“It might be fun.""Love's supposed to be." Laura smiled. "When it's not hell.”
“I'm messing this up. I love you. I should've started with that. I swear I trip up more with you than anybody. I love you, Clare. I always did, but it's different loving who you are now. It's so damn solid. You're so solid, so steady, strong, smart. I love who you are, how you are. I love those boys, you have to know.”
“Brian,really." Keeley continued to mix the blister for the knee spavin. "You've had a really long day. I can handle this.""Sure you can.You can handle this, morons like Tarmack, washed-up jockeys and everything else that comes along before breakfast.Nobody's saying different."Since the statement wasn't delivered in what could be mistaken for a complimentary tone, Keeley turned to frown at him. "What's wrong with you?""There's not a bloody thing wrong with me.But you could use some work.Do you have to do everything yourself, every flaming step and stage of it? Can't you just take help when help's offered and shut the hell up?"She did shut the hell up, for ten shocked seconds. "I simply assumed that you'd be tired after your trip.""I'll let you know when I'm tired.""The gelding here doesn't seem to be the only one with something nasty in his system.""Well,it's you in my system, princess, and it feels a bit nasty at the moment."Hurt came first, a quick short-armed jab. Pride sprang in to defend. "I'll be happy to purge you, just like I'll purge this horse tomorrow.""If I thought it would work," he muttered, "I'd purge myself.”
“Do you want to fix it?""I just said I was in love with her. Why wouldn't I want to fix it?""You want to know how?""Goddamn it, Del." He drank again. "Yes, since you're so fucking smart. How do I fix it?""Crawl."Jack blew out a breath. "I can do that".”