Did I say that she was beautiful? I was wrong. Beauty is too tame a notion; it evokes only faces in magazines. A lovely eloquence, a calming symmetry; none of that describes this woman’s face. So perhaps I should assume I cannot do it justice with words. Suffice it to say that it would break your heart to see her; and it would mend what was broken in the same moment; and you would be twice what you’d been before.

Mischief nodded. 'It's true,' he conceded. 'You're in the company of eight world-class thieves,' he said, not without a little touch of pride. 'Saints we are not.' But then,' said Deaux-Deaux, 'who is?' he thought on this. 'Besides saints.

Let the mad find wisdom in their madness for the sane, and let the sane be grateful.

We burn so hard, but we shed so little light; it makes us crazy and sad.

True joy is a profound remembering; and true grief the same.

There are lives lived for love, and lives lived for art. We, happy band, have chosen the later persuasion.

Have patience; the lovers will suffer lovers always suffer.