“Breaking up could sit in front of you for a while. It was a ring of fire you had to at last decide to run through. You finally got tired of standing there, looking at it, feeling the heat, tired enough to finally just let go. Getting burned at last seemed better than the waiting to get burned.”

“Oh, Red.  If you want to turn up the heat, you’ve got to be careful not to get burned by the fire.”

“There comes a point when, tired of losing, you decide to stop failing yourself, or at least to try, or to send up the final flare, one last chance.”

“And he didn't get tired or sleepy, for the beauty burned in him like fire.”

“Very well, but remember this... I'll be looking at you when you're laid on the cross and the twelve blows are crashing down on your limbs. When the crowd is finally tired of your screams and wandered home, I will climb up through your blood and sit beside you. I will look deep into your eyes... and drop by drop I will trickle my disgust into them like burning acid until... finally... you perish.”

“I’d crawl through a four-alarm fire to get to you Delilah, and I wouldn’t care if I got burned.”