Obsessed? I don't know what the word means. I know there were times when I couldn't think of anything else. I used to stay in every weeknight in the hope that he might get free and call me. It felt like I had a disease I didn't want to get rid of. I suppose that's a definition of obsession, yes.

But anyone who has been that young knows that the great grief of love is that your body feels the most when it knows the least.

So if we could not have love, my husband and I, then at least I could have alchemy.

Ah, he has too many ideas, that man da Vinci. His mind works faster than his hands.

If grace belongs to God, there are those who say that luck belongs to the Devil and that he looks after his own.

Missing rubs the soul raw.

The Devil may take the reckless, but the good will surely die of boredom. Boredom and frustration.