But don't blame me for the food. My wife knows a hundred and one ways to incinerate a cow, and as far as I can tell she's still experimenting.

There is a hunger in you. A fearlessness. You just buried it, like most people do.

And it was suddenly very simple: There was no choice.

Nobody fights you like your own sister; nobody else knows the most vulnerable parts of you and will aim for them without mercy.

... if you're going to wear a dress like that you need to wear it with confidence. You need to fill it out mentally as well as physically.

If you'd bothered to ask me, Clark, if you'd bothered to consult me just once about this so-called fun outing of ours, I could have told you. I hate horses, and horse racing. Always have. But you didn't bother to ask me. You decided what you thought you'd like me to do, and you went ahead and did it. You did what everyone else does. You decided for me.

Real friends were the kind where you pick up where you'd left off, whether it be a week since you'd seen each other or two years.