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“We all go a little mad sometimes.”
“Hitchcock? The boy has serious mommy issues and Janet Leigh gets slaughtered in the shower. All eek, eek, eek.” With one hand raised in a fist, she mimed what Sam could only imagine to be either a dramatic stabbing or an extremely aggressive hand job. “Ringing any bells?” At Sam’s horrified stare, she tutted. “Kids these days don’t have a clue that Jamie Lee Curtis’s mother was the original scream queen. It’s all Halloween this and Halloween that, and, look, don’t get me wrong. I love an eighties slasher as much as the next person, but new doesn’t always mean better.”
“My cousin and I watched that Disney made-for-TV movie Tower of Terror when I was a kid, and personally I’m not keen on having my spirit trapped in some malfunctioning elevator, so if you have any bright ideas as to how we’re supposed to get out of here, feel free to chime in.”
“Are you feeling improperly persuaded, Sam?” Daphne purred, a wicked gleam in her eyes. She reached out, hot fingers skimming Sam’s jaw, sending a shiver skittering down her spine. “I’d be happy to persuade you properly. If you’d like.”
The price of knowledge might be steep, but the cost of ignorance will always be greater.”
“Do you really want to make yourself small in hopes of making someone else happy?”
“Are you really going to light yourself on fire to keep someone warm who wouldn’t even bother to piss on you to put you out?”
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“To love is to suffer, Sam. It’s a curse and I don’t know why anyone would wish it upon themselves.”
To live is to suffer. But we do it anyway. We survive, and the best anyone can hope for is to find some meaning in the suffering. I think, for a lot of us, that’s what love is. Meaning.”
“But, Sam, understand that even the most breathtaking of blooms pales in the face of a comet in the sky. The once-in-several-lifetimes explosion of a supernova.” Daphne clutched her hand so tight her bones creaked. Sam reveled in the ache. “If you think your looks are what make you beautiful, you’re wrong. You could have no arms and no legs and slither about blindly on your belly like an eel and I would still find myself utterly and completely enchanted by you. You, Samantha Cooper, are a phenomenon. The passage of time? Matters little to me. But it will matter to you.”
