“To be born again,' sang Gibreal Farishta tumbling from the heaveans, 'first you have to die. Ho ji! Ho ji! To land upon the bosomy earth, first one needs to fly Tat-taa! Takatun! How to ever smile again, if first you won't cry? How to win the darling's love mister, without a sigh?”
“No, this trick won't work... How on earth are you ever going to explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love? ”
“Oh yeah, I heard you got born again.' she said. 'Which you needed since they fucked up the first time.”
“Do you believe in love at first sight?Or do I need to walk past again?”
“After you have been unfair to him he will love you again, but he will never afterwards be quite the same boy. No one ever gets over the first unfairness; no one except Peter.”
“You call me Red again, Mister, and you won't need one. What you'll need is a pine box and a preacher to read about you lyin' down green pastures.”