Not as intolerable as being dead, in my opinion, but I'm very fond of me. I would miss me a lot.

I gave a helpless laugh. “Damned if I know. I think…we seem to have reached impasse. I feel betrayed by your friendship with Verlane. I realize that’s not logical. I realize that if I’d made the mistakes Verlane has made, I’d want my friends to stand by me, hope that someone would help me when the time came. I just…” “What?” I met his eyes. “I just need to come first for someone, Guy.

You got a little bit of an attitude, Mr. English, if you don't mind my saying so. I don't mind.

Have I ever told you, you look like Monty Clift? he inquired in a deep, seductive voice. Before or after the accident?

You couldn't hurt a fly." Actually I was pretty good at pinging flies right out of the air, but I tried to look appropriately harmless.

He looked okay. No, to be honest. He looked a lot better than okay. He looked...fine. Fine, as in get the Chiffons over here to sing a chorus.

You were the first in every way that counted.