The world," he said, "is not a wish-granting factory," and then he broke down, just for one moment, his sob roaring impotent like a clap of thunder unaccompanied by lightning, the terrible ferocity that amateurs in the field of suffering might mistake for weakness.

You were clearly not doing your part in the clover search, perv.

I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things.

All the things paper-thin and paper-frail, and all the people too.

Dumpers may not always be the heartbreakers, and the Dumpees may not always be the heartbroken. But everyone has a tendency.

I want to see you again tonight. But I'm willing to wait all night and much of tomorrow.

... I didn't know whether to feel angry at her for making me part of her suicide or just to feel angry at myself for letting her go.