“Why do you love me, Angela?'Arsehole. Turning my question back on myself. 'Why do I love you?''It's really easy to say I love you, it's another altogether to explain why,' he said.”

“Why didn’t you come back?” he sobbed.“I waited and waited for you, like I said I would, but you never came back! Why? Why didn’t you come back? I love you I love you I love you.”

“I'm backing down now. I really do love you. That's why I'm doing this.”

“That's why you love me." "I do not love you. I don't even like you." "You will," he said, his voice low and luscious.”

“I'm tired of living unable to love anyone. I don't have a single friend - not one. And, worst of all, I can't even love myself. Why is that? Why can't I love myself? It's because I can't love anyone else. A person learns how to love himself through the simple acts of loving and being loved by someone else. Do you understand what I am saying? A person who is incapable of loving another cannot properly love himself.”

“Why do you give me cars?""It's fun," Ranger said."And it keeps you safe. Do you want to know why keeping you safe is important to me?""You love me?""Yes."A sigh inadvertently escaped. "We're really screwed up, aren't we?""In a very large way," Ranger said.”