“I am taking this in, slowly,Taking it into my body.This grief. How slowThe body is to realizeYou are never coming back.”

“Do you know," he whispered very slowly, never taking his eyes from hers, "just how badly I want to make love to you? Not to your body, Natalie, but to you?”

“Take one vial of my blood and I will not die. But if you continue taking it, one vial at a time... slowly... I will die, slowly. But make no mistake. I will die. It is the same with my rights.”

“Gently my mind escapes into the relaxing mode of pleasure.A pleasure that will take my mind off the reality of life.My past life.Life as I know it know.And whatever may come it slowly disappears to somewhere in the back of my mind.It will remain there until I wish to retrieve it.”

“You take my heart with you, my loving captor." "Nay, Madelyne. I am your captive in body and soul.”

“Between grief and nothing, I will take grief.”