“Mine. It's all mine.”
“It's all mine, it's all sacred.”
“It's not all of a sudden," he said, his eyes locked on mine. "It's always.”
“Are you mine?”Yes.“Are you mine?”Yes.“Are you mine?”No.“No?”No. I loved being yours. But now I’m mine, which is all I ever was, in the end.”
“It's a book. It's mine. And it's done.”
“You are mine, Madison. You’ve always been mine. You just didn’t know it and neither did I, but you’re mine, sweetheart, all mine and I’m never going to let you go.”