Makes sense, the earth is quick to consume the flesh of things that ain't natural.

It holds no fear for her now, because the shark has been tamed by the soul of a boy. No--the soul of a man.

Touch is a freaky thing when you're not used to it. It makes you feel all kinds of things.

Who am I? The sum of your dreams, the thrill you refuse to grasp, the unknown you fear.

You don’t just go to somebody and say, ‘I’m a better person because you’re in my head.

Love, Allie concluded, wasn't blind, it simply saw alternate dimensions.

Crawley reached into the pocket of his fancy robe - a dinner jacket, I think it's called. The kind of thing Professer Plum would wear before killing Colonel Mustard in the ballroom with the candlestick.