“Excuse me, are you the imprint of a departed soul?”
“When we come face-to-face with one down a dark alley, we're going to be having a shufti to see if it's solid, aren't we, we're not going to be asking, 'Excuse me, are you the imprint of a departed soul?”
“Mostly, my heart ached to be closer, to imprint upon her that she belonged to me, body and soul.”
“I want to whisper poetry into your mind and imprint love letters to your soul and dance with you in an empty white room of potential”
“Ha. 'Excuse me but your my soul mate. Pardon me while I kill you.' Riiiight.""I'd see if she'd go horizontal first, eh?”
“They're in your fucking skin, in your soul, like the essence of who they are is imprinted on you so completely they are the very air you breathe, like each molecule of who you are is tangled together. That's love.”