We exist as long as somebody remembers us.

It might have been that notion, or just chance, or its more flamboyant relative, destiny.

Time curses all, I thought, except the truth.

Never trust girls who let themselves be touched right away. But even less those who need a priest for approval.

They had parted as boys, and now life presented one of them with a fugitive and the other with a dying man. Both wondered whether this was due to the cards they'd been dealt or to the way they had played them.

Where he had failed, I would triumph. Where he had lost his way, I would find the path out of the labyrinth.

Paris is the only city in the world where starving to death is still considered an art.