“I'd traded my soul for the chance to get even, bartering with the Devil with a life that was not my own.”

“I was crazy with grief and loneliness, and most of all, with intense, overwhelming guilt that burned through every cell of my being hotter than a Devil's anvil.”

“I was all too aware that life wasn't free, that it costs us each something, but I had already paid more than my fair share, giving up that gave me incentive to live in the first place. Life had cost me everything. I had nothing left to lose.”

“We could probably do it, figure out a plausible way to really get back her, to completely ruin her life. How hard could it be?”

“I can't take back what I've done, but I can spend forever making up for it, if you'd just give me the chance.”

“The lyrics,'Tell me would you kill to save a life...would you kill to prove you're right?' They've often made me wonder, what would make a good man do something...you know, really awful, like kill or whatever. And well, now...I guess I have my answer don't I?”

“Have you ever loved or even wanted someone so much you didn't want to live if they weren't there right next to you every minute of the day?”