At some point, you no longer feel pain. Sensation disappears and reason is dulled, until you lose all grasp of time and place.

I always had understood that dying of love was mere poetic license.

Taught him the only thing he had to learn about love: that nobody teaches life anything.

Nothing resembles a person as much as the way he dies.

Gaston was not only a fierce lover, with endless wisdom and imagination, but he was also, perhaps, the first man in the history of the species who had made an emergency landing and had come close to killing himself and his sweetheart simply to make love in a field of violets.

Don't open that door," she said. "The hallway is full of difficult dreams." And I asked her: "How do you know?" And she told me: "Because I was there a moment ago and I had to come back when I discovered I was sleeping on my heart.

When I stand and contemplate my fate and see the path along which you have led me, I reach my end, for artless I surrendered to one who is my undoing and my end.