A new immigrant came to King’s College today. Who is he? What does he want from us? Why his perfect and beautiful haircut? Why his perfect and beautiful coat?
That new immigrant we now know is named Alexander called a town meeting. He has a square jaw, and teeth like a military cemetery. His hair is perfect, and we all hate, and despair, and love that perfect hair in equal measure…He grinned, and everything about him was perfect, and I fell in love instantly
—  John Laurens
  • Burr: How long have you been hung up on Alexander? Fifty years? After everything he did to you? That’s crazy, that’s more than crazy, I don’t think there’s a word for what that is…
  • Eliza: Actually, there is a word for that. It’s love. I’m in love with him, okay? If you’re looking for the word that means caring about someone beyond all rationality and wanting them to have everything they want no matter how much it destroys you, it’s love. And when you love someone you just, you…you don’t stop, ever. Even when people roll their eyes, and call you crazy. Even then. Especially then. You just - you don’t give up. Because if I could just give up…if I could just, you know, take the whole world’s advice and - and move on and find someone else, that wouldn’t be love. That would be…that would be some other disposable thing that is not worth fighting for. But I - that is not what this is.