Fate, I think, is a thief.

She has the majesty of hurricanes and explosions.

The only characters I ever don't like are ones that leave no impression on me. And I don't write characters that leave no impression on me.

Love unrequited is violent. He loves you so much that he's turned it into hate.

The madness of youth made me unafraid.

On tiptoes the redhead wouldn't even reach my shoulders; she is clearly too young to be a bride. And the willowy girl is too forlorn. And I am too unwilling. Yet here we are.

Rhine. The river that, somewhere out there, has broken free.