“were the last words that I wrote for you enough to tell youthat in my death the light that shone through my painful darknesswas a blinding vision of your eternal smile?cold scalpel's steel whispers tear at my very coreas I cling to my memories of you...”
“I have loved you all my life, Mal,” I whispered through my tears. “There is no end to our story.”
“The memory was so painful that tears came into my eyes, and a pang of grief tore through my body.”
“...I will exile my thoughts if they think of you again, and I will rip my lips out if they say your name once more. Now if you do exist, I will tell you my final word in life or in death, I tell you goodbye.”
“I don't regret my painful times, i bare my scars as if they were medals. I know that freedom has a high price, as high as that of slavery; the only difference is that you pay with pleasure and a smile, even when that that smile dimmed by tears”
“It's all right, little woman, take my word for it. If I were you, I'd cry. You'll see things differently through your tears.”