“Here's the deal. You eat some lunch, at least something light that will help you keep your energy up, then we'll talk.""About what? We've already conversed today-twice-in the language you're fluent in: Fuckese."Deke fought a smile. "You probably meant that as a slur, but somehow I'm complemented.""You would be," she muttered.”

“We've had this conversation already and watch your mouth, you fuckhead, there's a lady here.”

“This is the truth about things: If you take something that isn't yours, it will never belong to you. You can try to hold on to it, but somehow, it will slip through your fingers. If something wasn't meant to be yours, it won't be. No matter what you do to keep it, you will lose it.”

“Language is something you inherit, it's never just you doing the talking, which helps when you're pretending.”

“Every time you worry that you could get trapped in some kind of work you don't care about, you're dealing with the problem of meaningfulness. I guarantee that in the back of your mind is the thought that somehow you have to make a contribution to something, be acknowledged, do something that matters--or you're just fooling around.”

“You keep talking about ruining something. Why worry about that? We've been ruined for a long time. I'm good in the ruins; it's my hometown.”