“Get used to it. Life doesn’t give, it takes. Anything worth having is worth fighting for.”

“Women are the cradles of life. What sort of man tries to break a cradle (Marc)”

“I’ve been noble since they took you to the hospital,” he said through his teeth. “I’m tired of it. I don’t eat, I don’t sleep, I can’t even work. I remember your voice moaning in my ear like the cry of the damned while I was having you,” he bit off, bending to her mouth. “You couldn’t get enough of me. You couldn’t get close enough to me. Your face when I fulfilled you….I ache every time I think about it.”