“Aye me sad hours seem long”
“Ay me! sad hours seem long.”
“How long was I asleep?""Over an hour," the Butcher replied."An hour? Surely not.""Aye. You were moaning my name and saying, 'Oh, yes, Duncan, yes, yes. Again, again...”
“Say me aye," he whispered against her mouth. "Say me aye." How could she say anything else?”
“It seems to me that very sad things always contain an element of the comical”
“Tonight, I feel small. An entire night in the city seems to be too much for me, too immense for me to get lost in. By now it's past one, the after-hours city is in full swing, and morning is a long way off.”