The cure for a broken heart is simple, my lady. A hot bath and a good night's sleep.

Now I felt the long-forgotten urgency of lovemaking, when it seems one's human selves leave, to be replaced by hungry beasts bolting their food. Gone are the civilized beings who talk of manners and journeys and letters; in their places are two bodies straining to give birth to a burst of inhuman pleasure followed by a great, floating nothingness. An explosion of life followed by death - in this we live, and in this we foreshadow our own sweet deaths.

To love someone is to catch your breath whenever he walks in the room.

Yet we always envy others, comparing our shadows to their sunlit sides.

The strong look for more strength, the weak for excuses.

What is one person's diversion may be another's supreme test.

Defeat I can endure with cheerfulness, my lady. But betrayal is like taking the wind from my sails, or the earth from beneath my feet. It chills my spirits like a rainy day, and all I can do is draw the curtains and cry into my pillow.