All of them. Fated to love in vain.

To know, finally, what love is and not be allowed fulfilment ...

Now, at last, she understood her great attraction to him. Here was the companion of her spirit. Here, indeed, was love.

Why are we fated to love those we cannot have ...?

She was destroyed many years ago, La Belle, on the cobblestones of the alley beside the opera house ...

Like a brilliant shooting star, she had almost reached her zenith when her light was extinguished.

One day you will meet someone who will show you what you are made of. I only hope it is someone not forbidden to you ...

What takes more courage. To live ... or to die?

And didn't time always slow, anyway, the closer you came to what you wanted?

I don't want to be like my mentor or inspiration, I can do better. Don't get me wrong, I need them to motivate and inspire me but my potential can never be like theirs.

I have no patience at all.

I don't think I'm tangible to myself.

[At first sight of the Acropolis:] It's beige! My color!

When you see someone draining you, your being naturally cuts it off. Yet many times you can be manipulated not to see.

Nothing tells more about the character of a man than the things he makes fun of.

Here's how I understand music. If you can play the same bunch of noise twice, it's music. To go beyond that is supercilious and pontificating.

Without the threat of punishment, there is no joy in flight.

It's very selfish when I write. I'm not aware, ever, of writing for another person; I'm not even really aware of writing for myself.