You owe me nothing, but I want everything.

...it is fifty percent what they see, and fifty percent what they think they see.

Romeo was cute …” “Cute?” Alessandro rolled his eyes. “What kind of man is cute?” “… and an excellent dancer …” “Romeo had feet of lead! He said so himself!” “… but most importantly,” I concluded, “he had nice hands!

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

I did not know my soul until I saw it's reflection in your eyes.

But he is an Italian," was Umberto's sensible reply. "He doesn't care if you break some law a little bit, as long as you wear beautiful shoes. Are you wearing beautiful shoes? Are you wearing the shoes I gave you?...principessa?" I looked down at my flip-flops. "I guess I'm toast.

Don't underestimate the power of events that happened a long time ago. That is the tragic flaw of modern man.