You assert a fabulous moral conscience. This adherence to unwritten law, yet, time and again, it devastates the people you claim to hold dear but you don’t stop. Seems to me your conscience has killed more people than I have.[to John]
You’re the only person I ever knew who always told me the truth. Come what may. You never lie to me.[to John]
Well, then, I’d have to leave. And then one night, I’d have to come back.[Mark North: What if somebody actually stood up to you and refused?]
The thing is, you don’t understand love. You can mimic it, you can recognize it in others, but you can never understand it.[to John]
People lie to themselves about three things. They view themselves in implausibly positive ways, they think they have far more control over their lives than they actually do, and they believe the future will be better than the evidence of the present can possibly justify.
No, of course not. I had to be dead. That’s how all your best relationships end.[John Luther: You couldn’t just walk away?]
Love is supposed to dignify us. Exalt us. How can it be love, if all it does is make you lonely and corrupt? [to John]