“You think You're frightening me with Your hell, don't You? You think Your hell is worse than mine.”

“yet for all your arroganceand your glance,I tell you this:such loss is no loss,such terror, such coils and strands and pitfallsof blacknesssuch terroris no loss;hell is no worse than your earthabove the earth,hell is no worse,no, nor your flowersnor your veins of lightnor your presence,a loss;my hell is no worse than yoursthough you pass among the flowers and speakwith the spirits above the earth. ”

“He stops and looks at me. 'I'm here because of you. You're my priority. Your happiness, in some fucked way, is tuned in to mine. Get that through your thick skull. Would I like it any other way? Hell, yes, but I don't think that will be happening in my lifetime.”

“I want to give you whatever elusive, impossible, goddamned mysterious thing it is you need in order to be happy. Does that frighten you? Well, it frightens the hell out of me. Don't you think I'd stop feeling this way if I could? It's not as if you're the easiest woman in the world to—" He checked himself suddenly.”

“Who the hell do you think you're, Kiddo?I don't do thinking, Sir. I simply improvise.”

“Go to a goddamn priest if you wanna be lied to. I've seen too many of your kind slip back inside to fool myself. If you wanna think you're a new man, hell, that's fine. But don't think you're looking any different in anyone else's mind.”