“Hartmann had the ideas and Fibich did the worrying: it suited them both perfectly.”
“He knew her, and she knew him. He had no idea if the images he saw came from past or future, or both, but he knew her. Their souls were bound, had always been bound, and always would be. They were two with one soul between them, perfectly joined, perfectly fitted.”
“She had had no idea what it would do to her seeing him in a suit.”
“Perfect love did that to a person, and this had been perfect.”
“Don’t worry about people stealing your ideas. If your ideas are any good, you’ll have to ram them down people’s throats.”
“Maybe poetry took the life out of both of them,Idea and friendship.”