“I won't try to argue you out of this pit you've climbed into, Cork.”

“Word is you heard the Windigo too."I did. The difference is I'm ready for the son of a bitch." --Cork O'Connor”

“They fell quiet. Cork wanted to say he loved her. He wanted to ask her to forgive him. He wanted to lay his head against her breast and weep into her warm flesh and feel as connected to someone as he'd felt the night the grief passed through him when he unted the big bear with Sam Winter Moon.[.............]"You've always made me laugh, Cork. That's not what I want now.""What do you want?""To feel needed. To feel that you need me as much as you need air to breathe. I'm worth that.”

“I have a good feeling about this. Somehow, it's all going to turn out for the best.""I wish I did," Cork said."Maybe that's the difference between the law and religion. I hope for the best, you're prepared for the worst.”

“I thought if you loved someone you were supposed to, like, forgive them. I thought that was what love was supposed to be all about."Cork shook his head: "Easy to say, harder to do.”

“Most animals can be tamed, I suppose," Cork replied. "The question is, do you really want to? Make them tame and they become easy prey for people not as kindly disposed toward them as you are.”

“I need some-" Cork thought a moment. "I was going to say advice, but the truth is, I need some guidance, Tom.""We all do sometimes. It's not always easy to admit.”