“I'm sorry."About what?"He shrugged, made uncomfortable by the question."I'm not sure. It's a Canadian thing.”
“I'm Sorry,' he says. It's simple and direct, with none of the nonsense about God calling home an angel too young and who are we to question his mysterious ways.”
“I'm Canadian, so I'm an expert at mundane fatalism.”
“I'm sorry I made you cry, it's the last thing I would ever want to do....Unless it's out loud....during a moment of passion”
“I've loved him for a decade. And I had him for one day before I made a complete and utter mess of things. Or he did. I'm still not sure about that.”
“I'm not sure if you even want me around or if you just feel sorry for me. I'm not sure of anything.”