“He wanted Eden, and he wanted Pinkie, but mostly he wanted Eden, because together they could make their own Pinkie.”

“If he's at this party, I want you to stay far away from him.""Shouldn't that rule apply to you, and Jules, too? Unless your penises make you magically bulletproof.”

“If you want, I can carry you—” “I’m fine,” she said shortly. “Let’s go.”He’d said that wrong. He should have said, “I want to carry you.”

“He wanted to wake up to her smile every day for the rest of his life, like some stupid coffee commercial on TV.”

“But he didn’t seem surprised to see her. ‘Hey.’‘Hey, yourself.’ Okay, that was stupid. Her grandmother used to say Hey, yourself. Great, she was turning into her grandmother at the most inopportune time. She didn’t want to sound like a well-adjusted sixty-year-old.”

“I'll be careful."He looked at her."I promise.""Call me if you need me.""Cosmo."He turned to look at her."It does go both ways. I don't want to get a call from Tom Paoletti and Decker every Memorial Day.”

“Mol, it's not probably nothing if they fucking want you to go to Germany."She winced, and he turned to the people-mostly women- who were filling most of those waiting room seat."Excuse me. This doctor thinks my wife, whom I love more than life, has breast cancer, so I'm going to say fuck probably about ten more times. Is that okay with all of you?”