I love you like the devil loves his pitchfork. I love you like the angel loves his wings. I love you from here to heaven, through hell and back again.

Do you still want me to go to hell? I must admit, I don't know the way.

Heaven and hell seem out of proportion to me: the actions of men do not deserve so much.

Chains of gold are still chains.

Marriage is supposed to be a union between two equals who love and support each other, not a master-slave relationship in which the man commands a docile woman.

Nobody could stand an eternity of Heaven.