“By God, I could make myself bring her that economically halved grapefruit, that sugarless breakfast.”

“I began to make some money, but I could never bring myself to leave someone else in charge of the shop; the crystals are delicate things.”

“I enjoyed my breakfast this morning, and I think that was a good thing and do not think it was condemned by God. But I do not think myself a good man for enjoying it.”

“Life... is like a grapefruit. Well, it's sort of orangey-yellow and dimpled on the outside, wet and squidgy in the middle. It's got pips inside, too. Oh, and some people have half a one for breakfast.”

“No, really: I can't fight, I never could. I can't bring myself to dislike anyone enough.”

“I find myself wishing that I could work that magic for her. That I could bring the smile back to her face. But I slap at those thoughts as if they were mosquitoes. What am I doing, caring so much about my best friend's love? I deny my feelings for her because they shouldn't exist.”