“I want the deepest, darkest, sickest parts of you that you are afraid to share with anyone because I love you that much.”

“This isn’t a game to me, Fable. This is my life. And I want you to be a part of it … I want you and you only. I’m not sharing you with anyone else.”

“...true intimacy—sharing who you are, the very deepest part of you—with Him. God wants to listen to who you are.”

“Expose yourself," they said. "Let us see your deepest and your darkest."My deepest and my darkest? What are you, my gynecologist?”

“I want to run out and kiss her fantastic beauty, kiss it and say, "You carry away with you a reflection of me, a part of me. I dreamed you, I wished for your existence. You will always be part of my life. If I love you, it must be because we have shared at some time the same imaginings, the same madness, the same stage.”

“You carry away with you a reflection of me, a part of me. I dreamed you; I wished for your existence. You will always be a part of my life. If I love you, it must be because we shared, at some moment, the same imaginings, the same madness, the same stage.”