“Yes, I-- I think I love her. Is that nuts?”

“I think everybody's nuts.”

“I try not to think. It interferes with being nuts -Leo Valdez”

“Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, and God! I loved her well.”

“Love you,” Maya says. “Yes, she keeps saying that,” A. J. says. “I warned her about giving love that hasn’t yet been earned, but honestly, I think it’s the influence of that insidious Elmo. He loves everyone, you know?”

“But you love her.”
Will stared at him. “Of course I do,” he
said finally. “I had come to think I would
never love anyone, but I love her.”

“I owe her everything and I love her and I tell her these days, although every time I say it, it gets a little diluted. I think you run out of I love yous.”

“… I love 'yes.' It's practically the most interesting word of all, don't you think?" Like a hinge opening a door outward. Yes, yes, yes.”

“When I think of me as a psychic, I get hung up because I seem to be in the company of so many nuts. Writers may be as nuts as anyone else but it's a nuttiness that doesn't bug me -- there's no dogma attached.”

“Okay, so she is crazy. I don’t care. I think I love her.”