“Ir iš tiesų netrukus tekančio vandens šniokštimas pamažu nustelbė visur aplinkui šlamančius medžius, tyliai kalbančius vieni su kitais alsia, gailia šneka, kokia ramiomis dienomis prabyla eukaliptai.”

“We're working-class people, which means we don't get rich or have maids. Be content with what you are and what you have.”

“Best of all she liked his eyes, such a translucent golden brown, and so laughing.”

“...she looked like the sort of woman most men would want to get to know because they weren't sure what went on inside.”

“There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in its life, more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth. From the moment it leaves the nest it searches for a thorn tree, and does not rest until it has found one. Then, singing among the savage branches, it impales itself upon the longest, sharpest spine. And, dying, it rises above its own agony to outcarol the lark and the nightingale. One superlative song, existence the price. But the whole world stills to listen, and God in His heaven smiles. For the best is only bought at the cost of great pain… Or so says the legend.”

“Love and hate are cruel, only liking is kind”

“When we press the thorn to our chest we know, we understand, and still we do it.”