Loveless: Do you know what tomorrow is?
Loveless: The end of winter. Tomorrow everywhere except in the breast of man, the chill will begin to thaw. Small things, so fragile, will be born again. So much promise, and by the end of spring the promise will have flowered. Mr. West, you cannot know the deep hurt one can feel when the seed cannot reach its full flowering. For in the summer Man comes, Man comes to… crush and maim and kill all that spring has given birth to. So summer must not come, nor Man. Man must be destroyed.