I hope,” he replies softly, “to get to know you again. If you are open to it. There is a fog around you that I would like to clear away.

My mother used to hope that I would rise up from my humble roots. Become someone sucessful, or even famous. I'm famous all right, but I don't think it's what she had in mind.

To love is to be afraid. You are frightened, deathly terrified, that something will happen to those you love. Think of the possibilities. Does your heart clench with each thought? That, my friend, is love. And love enslaves us all, for you cannot have love without fear.

For a small moment, I fix my eyes on his, telling him silently everything that I'll never say to him aloud.

I always knew, on some level, that I wouldn't live long. It's simply not written in my stars.

What a joke! Poor little rich girl's fallen in love with the Republic's most famous criminal.

Yeah, something was wrong. That was the understatement of the year.