Were the stars against him? A woman's fingers are quicker in the sky and shine more brightly.

Olga was better, in the sun, where he could see every pore in her skin. Get closer. Feel her next to him. It was all he wanted in the world. It was the last thing in the world that he could do.

…he’d assumed their relationship would go on forever. It was going on now, but in another way, like the rearrangement of the stars, which were all still in the sky, just burning in unexpected places.

We just move on, don’t we, with traitors still amongst us? But there was one thought that wouldn’t go away. If I loved him, I would forgive him.

I wouldn't dignify it with the name immoral.

You know what people are doing on the other side of the world, what’s happening on another planet, but not what’s going on inside the person next to you.

We put our flags in soil when we arrive, as if it now belongs to us and we know where we are.

The world is indeed a cold, hard stone.

The emotion was the most important thing.

First I lost my heart. Then I lost my mind.

Loving connections are intimately associated with belief. The more connected we are, the more we believe in each other.

I spent the whole time battering people I liked and singing with my arm round people I loathed.

I like the way that different people recognise me for the roles I done

Any prudent business looks at the reality and how to maximize our investment.

I have always been into music ever since I was a kid.

If you are moved only by the color relationships, then you miss the point.

Life is an adventure, dare it.

To me, I go out there, and I do what I trained. We prepare so long for that moment, so it's just kind of exciting.

Alas, their love may be call'd appetite. No motion of the liver, but the palate