We speak of stories ending, when in truth it is we who end. The stories go on and on.

Only insofar as you enjoy being sorry, my dear, which, while it is a considerable amount, occurs only after the fact, thus making it a singularly ineffective deterrent, yes?

Garner knowledge, by any means possible

Spontaneity is the province of youth

It is a comfort, in anguish, to be reminded of the scale of one's own troubles against the mighty breadth of the world.

Stand at the crossroads if you will, but if you'll not choose, I'll move on without you

Joscelin, is love supposed to make you feel like you’re sick and dying, and mad enough to hit someone and drunk with joy, and your heart’s a boulder n your chest trying to burst into a thousand pieces all at once?” “Mm-hmm.” He finished his ale. “That would be love.