“The world is your playground.”

“When a child dies, a parent loses a part of themselves,” he said. “Your whole world ceases to exist and you’re nothing but a shell of the person you once were. Your mom has dealt with it in her way, me in mine, and you in yours.” He lifted his hand off John’s gravestone and rose. “Your mom hates the world, I avoid it, and you try to save it.”

“Still trying to save the world?” “Always,” I said, “and in case you haven’t noticed, it’s working. The world is still here.”

“I love you, Jude.” …“And that makes me the luckiest bastard in the world.”

“Now why didn't I think of that? Because uncomplicating the complicated is the easiest thing in the world.”

“Ease my suffering. Make me the happiest, most tortured man in the world. Marry me?”

“I love you, Bryn Dawson. I am yours, and yours alone, to the very end.”