“How can you possibly believe he really loves you?” Miss Sneezy looks from the Mother to the Saint to Mr. Whittier’s hand.“You have no choice,” Mr. Whittier tells her. “If you need to be loved.”

“Maybe this is why Misty loved him. Loved you. Because you believed in her so much more than she did. You expected more from her than she did from herself.”

“So if reality is all a spell, and you don't really want what you think you want... If you have no free will. You don't really know what you know. You don't really love who you only think you love. What do you have left to live for?”

“Everybody looks a little crazy if you're looking close enough and if you can't look that close, then you don't really love them.”

“That old saying, how you always kill the one you love, well, look, it works both ways.”

“No matter how much you love someone, you still want to have you own way.”

“But I don't want to go back. Not yet.Just because.Because every once in a while, somebody brings me my lunch tray and my meds and he has a black eye or his forehead is swollen with stitches, and he says:"We miss you Mr. Durden."Or somebody with a broken nose pushes a mop past me and whispers:"Everything's going according to the plan.Whispers"We're going to break up civilization so we can make something better out of the world."Whispers"We look forward to getting you back.”