It was a strange combination to absorb - the everyday concerns of the town doctor stuck in the middle of a discussion of his early days in seventeenth-century London.

What is she to me? Except a menace — a danger you’ve chosen to inflict on all of us.

Why didn't I just walk away? Oh right, because I'm a idiot.

Kryptonite doesn’t bother me, either.

Body and soul. Two different things

It’s not like love at first sight, really. It’s more like… gravity moves. When you see her, suddenly it’s not the earth holding you here anymore. She does. And nothing matters more than her. And you would do anything for her, be anything for her… You become whatever she needs you to be, whether that’s a protector, or a lover, or a friend, or a brother.

Just like a kitten that thinks its a tiger.