Love was a terrible thing. You poisoned it and stabbed at it and knocked it down into the mud - well down - and it got up and staggered on, bleeding and muddy and awful. Like - like Rasputin.

It's funny, he said, have you ever thought that a girl's clothes cost more than the girl inside them?

Blot out the moon, Pull down the stars. Love in the dark, for we're for the dark So soon, so soon.

Everything tender and melancholy - as life is sometimes, just for one moment.

It's so easy to make a person who hasn't got anything seem wrong.

Love was a terrible thing. You poisoned it and stabbed at it and knocked it down into the mud - well down - and it got up and staggered on, bleeding and muddy and awful. Like - like Rasputin.

Quite like old times,' the room says.