A novel is, hopefully, the starting point of a conversation, one in which the author engages readers and asks that they see things from a different point of view than they might otherwise.

I think Shakespeare is everybody's treasure.

Perhaps. But the firstborn of hope is tragedy.

We are all cups, and our destiny is poured according to measures we cannot understand, cannot influence.

I’ll be back tomorrow,” he said, “at nine o’clock. Don’t open your door to anyone else.” “Not even my balcony door?” “Especially not your balcony door.

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

After the dress rehearsal that afternoon, someone had misplaced the vial of poison, and for lack of better, Romeo would have to commit suicide by eating Tic Tacs.