He knew he wasn't going anywhere that didn't take him to her.
I don't think sleeping with you is going to solve anything," she said, stopping at the guest bedroom door. "I don't really care what you think.
I existed until I met you. Now I'm alive.
I generally find subtlety a waste of time.
Men. <...> They're idiots. It's like they all take a vow of stupidity or something.
Amy, listen to me. What I do. The choices I make. They're mine. Only mine. The consequences of those decisions—mine. "Mine," he repeated when she sighed heavily. "No one else's." Silence. Only the warm wetness of her tears dampening his shirt. It broke his heart.