“For the two of us, home isn't a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.”

“I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.”

“I'm saying I'm in love with you! I've been in love with you this whole bleeding year!”

“Yes, St. Claire. I like you. But I can't say it aloud, because he's my friend. And friends don't let other friends make drunken declarations and expect them to act upon them the next day”

“The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you.”

“Welcome to Paris, Anna. I'm glad you've come.”

“How little our careers express what lies in us, and yet how much time they take up. It's sad, really.”

“Tell the truth through whichever veil comes to hand but tell it. Resign yourself to the lifelong sadness that comes from never being satisfied.”

“What a sad story, I thought for so long. Not that I now think it was happy. But I think it is true, and thus the question of whether it is sad or happy has no meaning whatever.”