She almost yanks my head clean off, shoving my mouth into hers so hard it hurts. An explosion that blasts away the dull, gray years between the now and that one fiery night when she was mine.
Dwight - Sin City

Ahh…how women can change things. Even the prospect of one can add color to your world. The mystery. The chase. Hell, the anticipation is half the fun. To borrow from a movie they’re, “Another whirlwind to spin you around and around.” It’s like living in black and white and have color splashed into your world. I miss the color. All of them don’t do that. Some of them are like T.V. shows. Good to watch for a few, they provide a nice distraction. The rest are elements of change. New life breathing into your lungs. They are a stiff drink…spreading fiery wings in your chest. I think about A Bronx Tale, when Sonny says you only get three great ones. I never look to see if one is coming…when they arrive they usually announce themselves. Hell it’s hard not to notice. That’s the fun. Wanting to let yourself be swept away while fighting to remain the man you are. Every now and again you consider losing the fight and just getting lost. I wouldn’t mind gettin lost for a minute.

“My warrior woman. My Valkyrie. You’ll always be mine, always and never. Never. The Fire, baby. It’ll burn us both. It’ll kill us both. there’s no place in this world for our kind of fire. Always and never. If I have to die for you tonight, I will.”
Dwight - Sin City