Pain produces progress. So if you truly love me, you will try to hurt me as much as you can. If you really want me to grow as a person, you will water me with betrayal, abuse, neglect, derision, thievery, and possibly even torture.

“I’ll trade you one dollar for five dollars. What, is my money no good here?”

“I keep odd hours. I keep them stuffed under my mattress.”

“Is love the cereal or is love the milk? Neither. Love is the spoon.”

“When I went in the secret chamber, Thor was indeed there. A small room, the wal…”