"I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand. I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark."
"Call me at 4 am, and tell me it’s because you want to hear my voice."
"…what allured him was the remarkable beauty of the innocent girl, which had a peculiar attraction for a vicious profligate…’Those innocent eyes slit my soul up like a razor,’ he used to say afterwards, with his loathsome snigger. In a man so depraved this might, of course, mean no more than sensual attraction."
Love: I’ve seen the ugly parts of you, and I’m staying.
"Kiss me, and you will see how important I am."