“My dear soul, flee from the worthless,stay close only to those with a pure heart.Like attracts like.A crow will lead you to the graveyard,a parrot to a lump of sugar.”

“As sure as the vine Twines 'round the stump You're my darling sugar lump.”

“What else? A handful of hard white sugar lumps from the supply for the master's table. Sugar and cake and blood and pork. That's what little boys are made of. ”

“Those innocent eyes cut my soul like a razor...however, in a depraved man this, too, might be only a sensual attraction.”

“Dear God, you are beautiful. I tried to forget, to pretend I did not need you, but it was no use. You haunt my waking hours and my dreams, and though I know if I stay with you my soul my soul will be lost and my life damned, I cannot stay away, nor can I put you from me. So come and let me drown in your bewitching angel’s eyes. Some things bought dearly are worth the price.”

“Crows don’t take from you,” Dean said. “They give your soul wings.”