“You in my life, me livin' in hell, feels like I've been touched by an angel.”

“Nothing will ever touch us. You are all that matters to me, my angel, and I would walk through hell just to touch your face.”

“If this is what heaven feels like, then I've been damned to hell.”

“In my heart, I've always been yours. We're forever angel. Will you marry me?”

“All my life men like you've sneered at me, and all my life I've been knocking men like you into the dust.”

“I don't want to sound like Pollyanna," she began, "but you haven't grasped me yet. My courage is faith- faith in the eternal resilience of me- that joy'll come back, and hope and spontaneity. And I feel that till it does I've got to keep my lips shut and my chin high and my eyes wide- not necessarily any silly smiling. Oh, I've been through hell without a whine quite often- and the female hell is deadlier than the male.”