“Swanee!
How I love you, how I love you,
My dear ol' Swanee!
I'd give the world to be
Among the folks in
D-I-X-I-E”

“Every time you go away, I always say
This time it's goodbye, dear
Loving you the way I do
I take you back, without you I'd die dear
Knowing I love you so.”

“Oh, If I had been able to realize you with my hand. If the painted canvas was able to give me your dear image. The labor was you ['The Unknown'] the work of art was me – I have kissed your head, I have looked elsewhere… You are neither good, nor charitable. You do not know how to love. – You are only great and beautiful. I sacrificed to tenderness and still, my self, you do not know how to love.”

“Dear me, how I love a library.”

“You loved me as hard as you knew how. I'd give anything to go back and love you better…”

“Farewell, my great one, my own, farewell, my pride, farewell, my swift, deep, dear river, how I loved your daylong splashing, how I loved to plunge into your cold waves.”

“My love is my soul's imagination…
how do I love you… imagine.”

“I love you still, that's the torment of it. Lestat I never loved. But you! The measure of my hatred is that love. They are the same! Do you know now how much I hate you!”

“You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.”

“How folks lay claim to a loved one is they give you a name of their own. They figure to label you as their property.”