"...Loretta, I love you. Not like they told you love is; and I didn’t know this either, but love don’t make things nice, it ruins everything, it breaks your heart, it makes things a mess. We aren’t here to make things perfect. Snowflakes are perfect. The stars are perfect. Not us… not us! We are here to ruin ourselves and to break our hearts and love the wrong people and die! I mean, the storybooks are bullshit! Now won’t you come upstairs with me and get in my bed!..."