Every night I cut out my heart. But in the morning it was full again

That's one of the great sadnesses of any life - knowing what you know now and then remembering what you did not know then.

In the book the relationship with Katharine and Almasy is sort of only in the patient's mind.

From this point on, she whispered, we will either find or lose our souls.

You must talk to me, Caravaggio. Or am I just a book? Something to be read, some creature to be tempted out of a loch and shot full of morphine, full of corridors, lies, loose vegetation, pockets of stones.

The rulers of the country generally believed that betting eliminates strikes. Men had to work in order to gamble.

Don't we forgive everything of a lover? We forgive selfishness, desire, guile. As long as we are the motive for it...There are some European words you can never translate properly into another language.