“Oh dios mio, she makes me burn, she makes me need. She is etching herself into mi alma”

“but she still burns. she is on fire with need. burning that goes deeper than her skin, etched deeply, maybe in her soul, and there seems to be nothing for it, no balm, save inching her arms up to hold herself and wishin the arms weren't her own. ”

“¡Oh, Dios mío, es inconcebible! ¡No puedo vivir sin mi vida! ¡No puedo vivir si mi alma!”

“I laid it all out for him: Eliza believes in me, she moves me, and she's moved BY me. She makes me happy, she makes me sad, she makes me try harder, she makes me laugh, and she makes me feel like I can fly. Isn't that the goddamn definition of Love?”

“I whisper every word she needs to hear and I need to say. I tell her how beautiful she is. I tell her she amazes me. I make sure she knows she is the most precious person in the world to me. I make sure she understands what losing her means to me and how impossible it is to imagine my life without her.”

“Oh, Lord!" This must be what it's like to make love in Hell," he whispered. "With a burning she-devil.”