I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you.”


"What we noticed about the killer is, when he was choking out these women, their hair… Their hair would collect around their throats like this, and he would grip it, so tight… That he would rip the hair out by the roots. So, we realized the old killer’s signature that the new killer didn’t copy, was hair. Your partner on the outside fed that to you, and every time you got a lock of your victim’s hair, it was a promise that your plan was still in motion and that he’d get you off. Well instead, the two of you are going to die in here together.