“She thinks she's kept me. She would have kept me better if she had let me go now.”

“She going to be free now. She can go home to Jesus.
Call me selfish, but I wanted her to go home with me.”

“She loved me coming and going, at my worst and at my best. She had a bottomless well of love for me.”

“One day, I came in and she was on the telephone. She was quite pale. She told me that I wouldn't believe what was going on. She was being watched. She said she would not be able to invite me for tea again. She was a nice Jewish lady.”

“Annabeth glared at me like she was going to punch me. But she did something that surprised me even more…

She kissed me.”

“If night were a thief, it would be steal my happiness or my dreams of life. Maybe she doesn't know that I don't have anything special that she can steal. He finds nothing under my pillow except my sorrows.
If she looks around, she would have found a shining chest kept in a dark corner, when she open it, she would find nothing but my loneliness. she had to go empty handed with remorse.”

“I sometimes think she has no feeling at all; and then I go on till she cries — and that satisfies me.”

“Percy let me go, she croaked. You can't pull me up.

Never”

“Agatha Christie? We go back years, me and Ag. She's a … she's just a … she's dead, isn't she?”

“Once, when she was looking at me distressfully, she murmured, "You — you've no more illusion at all. I pity you!"
At that moment, within the space of a flash, she was thinking of me only, and she pities me! She has found something in her grief to give me.”