“I knew what love was supposed to be: obsession with undertones of nausea. ”

“People. You must love people. Men are admirable. I wantto vomit—and suddenly, there it is: the Nausea”

“I always knew I would fall in love with you, but you were never supposed to love me back. (Michael/Del)”

“Obsessed? I don't know what the word means. I know there were times when I couldn't think of anything else. I used to stay in every weeknight in the hope that he might get free and call me. It felt like I had a disease I didn't want to get rid of. I suppose that's a definition of obsession, yes.”

“He must love me, i thought, amazed. A faint whiff of nausea hit me at seeing pain as proof of love, but it seemed true. Unavoidable.”

“Never much of a fantasy fan, I knew one thing for certain: Odell Greenry loved Precious every bit as much as Gollum loved his “precious.” And while both objects of obsession could be possessed neither could be mastered.”