Jenny, if you're so con­vinced I'm a loser, why did you bull­doze me into buy­ing you cof­fee?' She looked me straight in the eye and smiled. 'I like your body,' she said.

Her handwriting was curious — small sharp little letters with no capitals (who did she think she was, e. e. cummings?).

Sometimes I ask myself what would I be if Jenny were alive. And then I answer : I would also be alive." - Oliver.

Jenny, if you're so con­vinced I'm a loser, why did you bull­doze me into buy­ing you cof­fee?' She looked me straight in the eye and smiled. 'I like your body,' she said.

The pain of not knowing what to do was exceeded only by that of knowing what I had done.

although science could pinpoint the exact spot in the brain that ignites rage, they had yet to identify the location that produces love.

What term do you employ when you speak of your progenitor?" I answered with the term I'd always wanted to employ. "Sonovabitch." "To his face?" she asked. "I never see his face." "He wears a mask?" "In a way, yes. Of stone. Of absolute stone.