". . . I can ask you about love . . . you'd probably quote me a sonnet. Bet you've never looked at a woman and been totally drawn to her. Known someone that could level you with her eyes. Feeling like God put an angel on earth, just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of Hell . . . and you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel. To have that love for her, and be there, through anything . . . And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in a hospital room for two months holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes that the term 'visiting hours' doesn't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, because it only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself, and I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. I look at you, I don't see an intelligent, confident man. I see a cocky, scared, lonely kid."