“You would make a great teacher. (Grace)Commander to teacher. Why not call me Cato the Elder, and really insult me while you’re at it? (Julian)”

“Commander to teacher. Why not call me Cato the Elder, and really insult me while you're at it? (Julian)”

“What makes you think you’re so special? Just because you’re a teacher? What he was really saying was: You are so special. You are my teacher. Then teach me, help me, Hey, Teach, I’m lost—which way do I go? I’m tired of going up the down staircase.”

“Don’t cry for me, Grace. I’m not worth it. (Julian)Yes you are! (Grace)You are my saving Grace. Without you, I would never have known love. And I would never have known me again. (Julian)”

“Could you just call me Pigeon?” he asked the teacher when she read his name.“Does your mother call you Pigeon?”“No.”“Then to me you are Paul.”...“Nathan Sutter,” the teacher read.“My mother never calls me Nathan.”“Is it Nate?”“She calls me Honeylips.”

“He took one look at me and said, ‘Damn, you cleaned up better than I thought you would.’ (Grace)I worry about the men of your time, Grace. They all seem to be great fools. (Julian)”