“That's what my penis is like: a beautiful, thorny rose.”

“She felt just like that girl in that book with the letter A on her chest. Only her A signified Alone. She was an outcast, cast out by her own choices, an outsider with a pretty face. Like a rose, she may have been beautiful to look at, but almost everyone only knew the thorny side.”

“Now that all the beauty of my old life is gone, I crave it like good. A beautiful thing like this rose: I almost want to eat it, to swallow it whole to replace the beauty I've lost.”

“A rose can never be a sunflower, and sunflower can never be a rose.All flowers are beautiful in their own way, and that's like women too.I want to encuorage women to embrace their own uniqueness.”

“I enjoy the small things in life. Like my penis.”

“You are beautiful, but you are empty,” he went on. “One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you--the rose that belongs to me.”