“Count Chemenensky was quietly gnawing on something, which, upon further inspection, appeared to be his own tattered clothing. Mon Dieu.”
“Mon Dieu, la vie est par trop moche.”
“Je n'ai pas besoin d'être réconcilié avec Dieu, mon conflit est avec les hommes.”
“Qu'importe, mon Dieu, que je brûle toute l'éternité en enfer, si c'est ta volonté.”
“I'm gonna make that asshole gnaw his own hand off that night, dammit.”
“She saw him as a boy, standing in the kitchen, his clothes tattered and torn, his dark hair in need of a cut and taming. In his dirty hands he held out the bed to her, his only words,“For you.”