In Paris, you couldn't really turn around without seeing the result of lovers' bad decisions. An artist given to sexual excess was almost a cliché, but no one seemed to mind. As long as you were making something good or interesting or sensational, you could have as many lovers as you wanted and ruin them all.

Though I often looked for one, I finally had to admit that there could be no cure for Paris.

Not everyone out in a storm wants to be saved

And sometimes I think there isn’t anything to us but our mistakes.

I'd had my share of rain. My mother's illness ... had weighed on me, but the years before had been heavy, too. I was only twenty eight.

Dogs are easy. If their tails are up and their eyes are soft, you're in.

It gave me a sharp kind of sadness to think that no matter how much I loved him and tried to put him back together again, he might stay broken forever.