“If he were less well trained, and less careful, he would say hate. But he can’t say it; it is too close to passion, and passion is too close to love, and love is amor deliria nervosa, the deadliest of all deadly things: It is the reason for the games of pretend, for the secret selves, for the spasms in the throat.”
“Amor deliria nervosa. The deadliest of all deadly things.”
“It was craziness. Amor deliria nervosa. The deadliest of all deadly things.”
“Amor deliria nervosa isn't a disease of love. It's a disease of selfishness.”
“Anything less than mad, passionate, extraordinary love is a waste of time. There are too many mediocre things in life to deal with and love shouldn't be one of them.”
“I wish she was dead,' he says. 'I wish they were all dead and we were, too. It would be best.”