“I see that you are highly defensive." . . .Caro said, "I withhold my analysis of your own attitude.”
“That was his phrase - "the high ramparts of my defensiveness"- and I remembered it in case I ever decide to build and then describe my own ramparts.”
“I was participating in something horrible, and my only defense is that I was motivated by my own fear, which of course is no defense at all.”
“I see you looking at my cookies,' my father said to Morelli. 'Don't even think about it. Go get your own cookies.”
“Not even your love could withhold you from fulfilling your own personal legend.”
“I am free, you see," she said, "to love or to withhold love. Love and dependence need no longer be the same thing to me. I am free to love. That is why I love you, and it is the way I love you.”