“Believe me, darlin’, I’d prefer to not run into you quite so much. It doesn’t bode well of your sensibilities.”
“One day you’ll wake up and find that the pain’s still there but it doesn’t hurt quite so much.”
“I always prefer to believe the best of everybody; it saves so much trouble”
“If I didn’t want you so much,” he said in a deadly purr, “I’d let you keep fucking me with your gaze, but you make me impatient.”
“Well, let me leave it at this: if God does exist, He would have a great deal be sad about. And if He doesn’t exist, then that too would make Him quite sad, I imagine. So to answer your question, God must be sad.”
“I wouldn’t kill your pony. I’d like to believe it, anyway. I’d like to believe I wouldn’t drag you out in to the woods and leave you there, either. So far, it hasn’t come up.”