| Quote #4
I put a hand on my chest, over my heart. My "heart." Does that pitiful organ still represent anything? (1.6.50)
Can the heart still symbolize love even when it's not beating? More importantly, why does the heart even symbolize love in the first place? Doesn't that a fact that it's zombie chow kind of ruin that?
| Quote #5
In my palm I can feel the echo of her pulse, standing in for the absence of mine. (1.7.66)
Just like R feeds off the brain of others to have memories, he kind of feeds off of Julie's love to have a love of his own. At least in this case, he isn't doing it literally, slurping Julie's veins out like spaghetti. Mmm. Spaghetti with red sauce.
| Quote #6
I imagine [Julie] without skin. I know from grim experience that there is a beauty to her inner layers, too. (1.10.156)
So beauty isn't just skin deep, eh? R really loves who Julie is on the inside, quite literally, eh? Okay, we're out of jokes. This is just gross.