Neither Goyl nor men lived long enough to understand that yesterday was born of tomorrow, just as tomorrow was born of yesterday.

Women were different, no doubt about it. Men broke so much more quickly. Grief didn't break women. Instead it wore them down, it hollowed them out very slowly.

What's the matter princess? Do you know the end of your story?

There could be few men whose love for a woman had been written on his face with a knife.

Why did death make life taste so much sweeter? Why could the heart love only what it could also lose?

Let's run away to Venice, and hide out in an old movie theater. We can dye our hair blonde, so no one will ever find us!

It's a cruel world, don't you think?