“Tariq tucked the gun into the waist of his denims. Then he said a thing both lovely and terrible. "For you," he said. "I'd kill with it for you, Laila.”
“Love is a beautiful but terrible thing," he said. "You have to be careful with it. It can destroy you.”
“You killed ’em both, babe. They’re both dead,” he babbled, shaking. “I had to,” she said, pointing the gun at the corpse lying at her feet. “That one saw me naked.”
“He tucked her hair behind her ears and kissed her. "I love you Gracie Landon," he said quietly.”
“You," he said, "are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain.”
“He looked at the gun. "Aren't you afraid?""Of course I am," Anna said. "Of course I'm afraid. But that doesn't help."He shook his head. "No," he said, "it doesn't help to be afraid. Bad things happen anyway. You're right.”