It's what we call a dolce pazzia... a sweet madness. Once you feel it, you will never want to leave it.

When the old men fight, the young people die.

.... "death turns all men into great lovers. Would that they were equally ardent while the lady was still alive!

If you let go of me now,” I whispered, stretching against him, “it could be another six hundred years before you find me again. Are you willing to take that risk?

There is a trick to flying. The angels told me." He had smiled at my wide-eyed awe. "You need to forget everything you know as a human being. When you are human, you discover that there is great power in hating the earth. And it can almost make you fly. But it never will." I had frowned, not quite understanding him. "So, what's the trick?" "Love the sky.

You owe me nothing, but I want everything.

You were right and I was wrong. When life hurts more than death, it is not worth living.