"What to say to her other then Love me, love me. Don´t go. Stay with me."
"I would have burnt all this down at a word from you."
"What more could she have said? And for so long I have hated my nature for failling to say what I felt. And most of all for not acting on it. You live with such choices until you die. They eat at you like heartworm, coring you out until you are just skin enclosing nothing. A balloon filled with hot breath."