“Everything we say is a story. But nothing we say is just a story.”

“You owe me nothing, but I want everything.”

“We have come here for revenge,” Giulietta corrected him “and to gut that monster, Salimbeni, and string him up by his own entrails …” “Ahem,” said Friar Lorenzo, “we will, of course, exercise Christian forgiveness—” Giulietta nodded eagerly, hearing nothing. “… While we feed him to his dogs, piece by piece!”

“Janice used to say that instinct was reason in a hurry; I was not so sure about the reason part.”

“...and whether or not we had now paid our dues, he was my blessing, and I was his...”

“It's what we call a dolce pazzia... a sweet madness. Once you feel it, you will never want to leave it.”

“By the time we left college, I had become my own image: a dandelion in the flower bed of society. Kinda cute, but still a weed.”