“It just makes me love her even more.”
“I think her flaws make me love her even more. She's not perfect, but she's perfect to me”
“I am the mother that bore you, and your sorrow is my agony; and if you don't hate her, i do'Then, mother, you make me love her more. She is unjustly treated by you, and I must make the balance even.”
“Was that pity? I think it was. No wonder, I even pity myself. Will the pity make her love me? Make her take me home with her and look after me like the plant? Fucking bastard smug plant.”
“Making love with you is even more wonderful than making music."He drew her closer. "Och, Sarah, you _are_ my music.”
“If I could only make her fall in love with me. Pretend to be a writer and just fuck her and have her cook for me. I would never have to write I’d just pretend.”