“The old Paris is no more (the form of a city changes faster, alas! than a mortal's heart).”
“Mortal beauty often makes me ache, and mortal grandeur can fill me with that longing...but Paris, Paris drew me close to her heart, so I forgot myself entirely. Forgot the damned and questing preternatural thing that doted on mortal skin and mortal clothing. Paris overwhelmed, and lightened and rewarded more richly than any promise. ”
“He came down from the North to Paris with a mind like Aristotle's and a form like mortal sin. We shattered the Commandments on the spot.”
“There are no faster or firmer friendships than those formed between people who love the same books.”
“... Paris was a city of love for unimaginative folks.”
“Alas, it is when we are beginning to leave this mortal body that it most offends us!”