She gives him what he can only call a sweet smile. 'So you are determined to go on being bad. Mad, bad, and dangerous to know. I promise, no one will ask you to change.

Despair ... is like a gas, odourless, tasteless, without nourishment. You breathe it in, your limbs relax, you cease to care, even at the moment when the steel touches your throat.

I speak to the broken halves of all our selves and tell them to embrace, loving the worst in us equally with the best.

Restoration is a skilled profession. You might even call it an art in its own right, except that it is frowned on to be original. First rule of restoration: follow the intention of the artist. Never try to improve on him.

Unimaginable perhaps; but the unimaginable is there to be imagined.

And anyway, I suspect he secretly liked it when a woman was cold and distant

Once I lived in time as a fish in water, breathing it, drinking it, sustained by it. Now I kill time and time kills me.