He wanted pain, I saw that in him, and what a man wants he will often manage to find.

Some things, when they change, never do return to the way they once were. Butterflies for instance, and women who've been in love with the wrong man too often.

That's why there are ten gates to pass through before you reach the garden. If life were easy there would be one gate. There would be no gates at all.

Unrequited love is so boring. Weeping under a blue-black sky is for suckers or maniacs.

Some stories stayed with you even when you wanted to forget them.

When I walk, I walk with you. Where I go, you're with me always.

Certain things need not be said, and there’s nothing, not a whisper, prayer, not a sacrifice, not a payment of any price, that would change what’s about to happen.