I Gave You Life. You’re Wasting It.

I Don’t Care About Anything But Keeping Her Alive. If It’s A Child She Wants, She Can Have It. She Can Have Half A Dozen Babies. Anything She Wants. She Can Have Puppies, If That’s What It Takes.

But If You Ever Bring Her Back Damaged Again - And I Don't Care Whose Fault It Is; I Don't Care If She Merely Trips, Or If A Meteor Falls Out Of The Sky And Hits Her In The Head - If You Return Her To Me In Less Than The Perfect Condition That I Left Her In, You Will Be Running With Three Legs. Do You Understand That, Mongrel?

That’s Why It Was So Impossible To Tell Him Goodbye — Because I Was In Love With Him. Too. I Loved Him, Much More Than I Should, And Yet, Still Nowhere Near Enough. I Was In Love With Him, But It Was Not Enough To Change Anything; It Was Only Enough To Hurt Us Both More. To Hurt Him Worse Than I Ever Had.

There Really Is Something Irresistible About A Lost Cause.

You Don’t Have Anything Like This. For Crying Out Loud, You Only Own One Skirt!