“Will you be?” I asked, suddenly anxious. “Will you really be here?”“As long as you want me,” he assured me.“I'll always want you,” I warned him. “Forever.”

“I'm mortal. You really don't want me falling down stairs and breaking my neck.""I'd catch you," he assured her solemnly. "I'll always be there to catch you, Inez.”

“I know. Just understand that as long as you want me around, I'll be here.”

“If you ask me what I want, I'll tell you. I want everything.”

“I want you to close your eyes. I want you to fall asleep first.""Why?" She asked suddenly afraid he would slip out of the room as soon as she did."Because I'll be here in the morning.”

“I won't telephone him. I'll never telephone him again as long as I live. He'll rot in hell, before I'll call him up. You don't have to give me strength, God; I have it myself. If he wanted me, he could get me. He knows where I am. He knows I'm waiting here. He's so sure of me, so sure. I wonder why they hate you, as soon as they are sure of you.”