“I know what love feels like, but this, this man... fuck me. Steals my breath. Knots me up. Torches me.""No, this is what denying love feels like, man. Why you denying your heart?”

“Who hears the wishes and goodbyes? The speaker does.... And you hope that what you say from the heart has power. Power to protect, power to reach the ears of the dead. A spoken thing or a whished-hard thing takes a shape within the heart, man. Takes shape. Becomes real.”

“It's a good thing I love you, because you officially just scared the shit out of me.""A good thing yea," Dante agreed, squeezing her hand before releasing it."She's not alone in those sentiments," the Morningstar said, "Except for the love. I make no clamis there yet, little creaw-Dante”

“Speaking of tiny skivvies I think that's what you both should wear during your inevitable cage fight. We can even call your soon-to-be epic battle the Die-You in the Bayou. Sell tickets.”

“It wasn't the tequila and oxy. You really are that fucking gorgeous.”

“You... what was that word you just used? Apologize? First 'please' and now 'apologize'? I think I need to sit down.”

“Watch over her ma mère. S’il te plaît keep her safe. Even from me.”