“Why so worked up Lee? Why is your chest heaving? Listen to your heart fly, it beats fast like a hummingbirds wings. Does the harsh light of day make everything sick and reveal how depraved what you crave truly is?”

“Why does she have wings?'So she can fly.”

“Heart, my heart, so battered with misfortune far beyond your strength, up, and face the men who hate us. Bare your chest to the assault of the enemy, and fight them off. Stand fast among the beamlike spears. Give no ground; and if you beat them, do not brag in open show, nor, if they beat you, run home and lie down on your bed and cry. Keep some measure in the joy you take in luck, and the degree you give away to sorrow. All your life is up-and-down like this.”

“You've a soul for a compass, and a heart for a pair of wings...Why walk when you can fly?”

“Thinking about what other people do in bed will age you faster than anything. It makes your heart beat too fast.”

“How do you punish a man when your heart beats in his chest? How do you hurt your beloved without also hurting yourself?”