She loves you," the Prince cried. "She loves you still and you love her, so think of that--think of this too: in all this world, you might have been happy, genuinely happy. Not one couple in a century has that chance, not really, no matter what the storybooks say, but you could have had it, and so, I would think, no one will ever suffer a loss as great as you.

I write out of revenge.

Never argue with your wife about hostility when she's a certified Freudian.

One way an author dies a little each day is when his books go out of print.

The infant is ten and he stays.

Anything there is that I can do for you, I will do for you; anything there is that I cannot do, I will learn to do.

When I left you, you were already more beautiful than anything I dared to dream. In our years apart, my imaginings did their best to improve on your perfection. At night, your face was forever behind my eyes. And now I see that that vision who kept me company in my loneliness was a hag compared to the beauty now before me.