“Look, it's not you. It's, and my inability to dig dirty dudes.”

“What kind of guardian are you? Shouldn't you have gone to the bathroom with him?" Isabelle demanded.
Jordan looked horrified. "Dudes," he said, "do not follow other dudes to the bathroom.”

“Hey, son, what the hell is with your haircut? Did you see a paintbrush and say "I want that dude's look!"”

“I'm sorry for my inability to let unimportant things go, for my inability to hold on to the important things.”

“I live and occasionally I look up at the glorious air or the clouds into which I keep digging my grave with my pen, diligently, like a forced laborer, whom they order every day to dig deeper with his spade…”

“You have got through the difficult business, now you dig, dig, dig, until you are safe.”

“… if this Roman dude’s as bad as you say, then why are you lurking outside his store looking all charged and heated like a dog waiting for its owner?”

“And besides; the problem of land, at its worst, is a bye one; distribute the earth as you will, the principal question remains inexorable, —Who is to dig it? Which of us, in brief word, is to do the hard and dirty work for the rest, and for what pay?</b”

“That’s what I love you for: your inability to perceive all my hideous flaws.”

“There is no hatred in my love for you. Only a sadness I feel all the more strongly for my inability to explain or describe it.”