“I mean, who wants to be the fucking goddess of macrame?”

“You mean everything to me. You mean more to me than I have the words to explain. Is it normal? Who gives a damn if it's normal? Fuck normal. You and I will never be normal people. If normal means I'm not with you, then I never want to be that man.”

“Who wants to be a goddess when we can be human? Perfection is a flaw disguised as control.”

“I don't think you're going to pull the wool over anyone's eyes with all this macrame talk.”

“I fuck sweetheart, and that’s all I do. It means nothing when I do it. I find girls who want to do what I like to do, and I spend myself in them. When I’m done, I leave. You don’t want that, and you and I both know it.”

“Fuck,” Dietrich breathed. “I’m a bad motherfucker, and I mean I’m pretty fucked up in the head sometimes, but I want some of what the twins got going between them. That shit right there, was beast.” -Dietrich Johnson”