“I can't tell him I need him. I can't need him, period -- or really, we can't need each other, because who knows how long either of us will last in this war?”
“I'm serious, Mar, I don't know how to act around him now. I can't be nice, because he'll hate that. But I can't be mean just to be nice.""You really need medication.""I'm in a quandary. A Catch-22. I'm screwed.”
“I looked at him. "You really need to work on your threats. I can't tell if you're threatening me or inviting me for tea.”
“I wish I were worthy of his love. (Any love.)I should tell him to run. But I can't. I need him.”
“Don't stay away from me anymore."I stop myself, just barely, from telling him I won't. I can't promise that. Can't lie. He opens his eyes. Stares starkly, bleakly. "I need you.”
“I needed, I needed...you." "Don't tell me you need me." "But I can't help it. I do”