If love is a battlefield, makeup sex is the best part of the ceasefire.

You said you didn’t care what I thought. Or what I did. Or if I died, if I’m not mistaken."

“I lied! And you know I lied, you stupid bastard!

I wish you were entwined with every little nicety of my work and my life and would love it all like I do. I want That Kinda Love !!

They’d dueled in the lamplight of her kitchen that night, savaging each other with accusations that could never be recalled. Now, he couldn’t remember half of what they’d said, only the colors and lights and seething tide of fear all around them. He could still taste the acrid burn of unfairness.

Love is a disease – ultimately you get sick of each other

I may tear you apart but I'll put you back together.