“As they spoke, the only thing I could think about was that scene from Julius Caesar where Brutus stabs him in the back. Et tu, Eric?”

“You know, where I come from, we don't think much of someone who sneaks up and stabs a person in their sleep.”

“He could shake your hand and stab you in the back at the same time.”

“I don't think I could stab somebody, 'cause I'm really bad at a Capri Sun.”

“Though I was standing in front of a mirror, I wasn't really seeing my reflection. I was seeing, very clearly, that—at the moment—I was all in the world that Eric could think of as his own. I had better not fail him.”

“Ef you want peace, the thing you've gut tu du
Is jes' to show you're up to fightin', tu.”

“I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us.”

“If we think about things having multiple lives, cradle to cradle, we could design things that can go back to either nature or back to industry forever.”

“The best thing Clinton could do — I think I wrote him a letter about this, but I'm not sure — is to shut up…. He has no discipline.”

“You'll have to ask Bill that, Sookie. And this is the only reason we're going? You're not cleverly using
this as an excuse to make out with me?"
"I'm not that clever, Eric."
"I think you deceive yourself, Sookie," Eric said with a brilliant smile.”