He's complicated and complex, a labyrinth I want to lose myself in. He's my fighter, and I really want to fight to be with him.

I wanted a girl as perfect as Brooke, and instead, she gave me something I never knew I wanted: something perfect that looks like me.

I'm addicted to you. You're my crack, and you also happen to be the only dealer.

I'll never recover if he breaks my heart. ~Brooke

You tie me up in knots. I want to play you a thousand different songs so you can get a clue of what... I feel inside me.

If you can come to my fight, you can come in my arms.

I can see he thinks he's the ultimate creation, and he seems to believe every woman here is his Eve, created from his ribcage for him to enjoy. I'm both aroused and infuriated, and this is the most confusing feeling I've ever felt in my life.