That you could fix me? What's more, that I could fix you? Well, Sorry, pet, I don't want to be fixed. - Caleb
I'm telling you, monsters aren't born, they're made.
He couldn't say it. He couldn't tell her how much she had come to mean to him. She could destroy him with her rejection. If she had feigned her feelings for him - if he'd bought into her lies and her quest for freedom... He wasn't sure what he would do. He could hurt her.
Some men don't eat pussy. I think those men are pussies.
They say I tried to hurt my nurse. I tell them they tried to hurt me first.
My heart, independent of my logic, had reserved a place for my tormentor and my solace.