“This is a world of the hunters and the hunted, signorina. Tonight you are the prey and I am the hunter!”

“The Shy Hunter is terrified that others will destroy the truth within his heart, Rose said, And so the Shy Hunter armours himself ... thus armoured, he watches and waits and studies the world meticulously, hunting the world for prey ... Prey not in the sense of devouring or murder, Rose said, But prey in the sense of hunting for sore truths within another human heart.”

“Who would want to be the prey in a world full of hunters?”

“A hunter in love with his prey.”

“Last night, the Hunter was hunted. Do you remember how hard I made you cum?”

“Successful hunting, it could be said, is an act of terminal empathy: the kill depends on how successfully a hunter inserts himself into the umwelt of his prey--even to the point of disguising himself as that animal and mimicking its behavior.”