Rough love. Hard, edgy love. Love that made you bleed. Love hard to find, the kind of love you fought to keep.

You really have spent too long amongst dead things and sand. People misbehave, Ben. People do … wicked things, in the name of pursuing sensual pleasures. And in the pursuit of love. Life is short. Very short. And as long as all understand the rules of the game, then there is no harm in it.

Just drive, rock star. Drive fast. Very fast. Because I’ve got a shopping list ten miles long of the things you’re going to be doing to me.

Real connection (and if it's LOVE, then real love)--goes beyond those not-so-perfect and superficial and idiosyncratic things that simply make us individuals. The trust and longevity of a relationship between two individuals is established through time and learning each other, and discovering a harmony at the core of their connection. And it becomes powerful because of where it resides--at the center of who we are--the very essence of our being.

The first two days were really, really rough. It was kind of hard to look at each other. But we just realized that dwelling on it and letting it defeat us already is not going to help us at all.

His voice is rough; it could be the thing that breaks me.