We make destiny with every turn, every choice.
She doesn’t like you, McNab. “I knoooow. I find that really attractive in a woman.
Fine, you do that, and you tell them that at the very first opportunity, I'm coming down there and killing all of them. Mass murder. And after they're all dead, I'm going to kick the bodies around, dance on top of them, and sing a happy song. No jury will convict me.
Love didn't run on logic. It didn't follow neat lines or a list of priorities.
What kind of a maniac needed over five thousand plates?
Did they know - the young and fearless - what a miraculous thing it was to have all of anyone?