“I know you love me. The question is, how much?”

“It'll be hard, but life moves fast-we'll see each other again. I know that. I can feel that. Just like I can feel how much you care for me and how much I love you”

“Slushes. Do you know how much I love those? Cherry, especially.”

“Don't know much about history,
Don't know much Biology.
Don't know much about a science book,
Don't know much about the French I took.
But I do know that I love you,
And I know that if you love me, too,
What a wonderful world this would be.”

“How can I describe how much I love you?
Is it even possible to describe a love like that? I don’t know, but as I
sit here with pen in hand, I know that I have to try.”

“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!”

“I know how to love those
Who love me, how to hate.”

“A moment lost, forever gone,
can never be again,
so know how much it means to me;
all you said,
all you gave,
all your love to me.”

“You know how it is. Someone pretends to love you, and you give too much away.”

“I met an old lady once, almost a hundred years old, and she told me, there are only two questions that human beings have ever fought over, all through history. How much do you love me? And Who's in charge?”