“The next few hours were, well, how to describe it? Ask someone to lock you in a box with no light, nobody to talk to, and then have them beat on it with a tree limb to make a hideous sound. Do that for hours, and if you're still not bat-shit crazy, you'll know how we felt.”
“How do you make love to someone when you know they’ll be gone forever the next day? How do you spend the last few hours with someone when you know there will never beanything after that?”
“Do you have to sound so damned indifferent to it all? Here we are talking about how we're likely to be dead in a few hours and you're acting like it's only a minor inconvenience. ~"Spirey & the Queen”
“How do you do that? (Abbie)What, sweetheart? (Hunter)Make me crazy to beat you one minute and crazy to love you the next. (Abbie)”
“That’s it?” Jason asked. “You spent an hour talking about how lucky you were to be dying?”No, not dying, Son. Living.”
“Is that love, do you think?" he asks, sounding genuinely curious. "Being crazy about someone no matter how much they hurt you?”