“When would he realize that it wasn't his infidelity I couldn't bear, but his cowardice?”

“I'd never understood the injunction not to regret anything, couldn't see how that wasn't cowardice...”

“And I could feel what he felt on the night when he realize that if he didn't leave, it would never be his life. It would be theirs.”

“He glanced down at the blood-smeared cut on his side...and realized he wasn't wearing any clothing. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't realized it already. Kind of obvious. It wasn't like he'd been going to take time out to find his clothing before stopping Liam.”

“He couldn't bear to live, but he couldn't bear to die. He couldn't bear the thought of he making love to someone else, but neither could he bear the absence of the thought. And as for the note, he couldn't bear to keep it, but he couldn't bear to destroy it either.”

“His malice was aimed at himself; with shame and contempt he recollected his "cowardice.”