He won't feel a fraction of what I do for you. You won't change his life. And you will always wonder about what could have been, always feel that funny little ache right here." He puts his hand over your heart.

I turned back to the television. After a while what I was staring at registered. “Hey, this is The Long Goodbye."
Jake opened his eyes. “What?"
"This movie. It's Robert Altman's take on Chandler's The Long Goodbye. ‘Nothing says good-bye like a bullet.’”
"I don't know,” said Jake. “Sometimes the words are enough.

I love you," Jake whispered. "Are you strong enough for this?"
I made myself comfortable. Said over my shoulder, "Sure."
"Would you tell me if you weren't?"
I grinned. "Maybe. I can't think of a nicer way to commit suicide."
"That's good. I can't think of a more pleasant way to commit murder.

The only thing worse than opera is someone who hums along with opera.

'You remember asking me if I'd ever begged?'

I wiped the corner of my eyes, sniffed. 'Is this about to get kinky?'

'You know what I thought the first time I saw you?'

'No.'

'Point of no return.'