“I don't reckon misery loves any damn thing at all.”

“My children ain’t the only thing I love. If I was allowed, I reckon I’d love myself, too.”

“Much better now. And Sunny—there's no such thing as 'too much' when it comes to us. Too much mutual interest, or awareness, or desire, or too much damn love—there's no such thing.""I love you beyond obsession," I murmur, terrified because it is too much."I love you to insanity," he replies, utterly solemn. "That's who I am, and that is who we are. I don't have any qualms about admitting it, and I don't have any regrets. Do you?”

“Being loved is a good thing. A grand thing. The best damned thing of all.”

“I don't think of all the misery, but of the beauty that still remains.”

“Lust is not the worst thing. It is because any day, any time, lust may turn into love that we have to avoid it. And when we love our sin then we are damned indeed.”