“There's only one London. That's it. We are what we are.”
“Young man," he said, "understand this: there are two Londons. There's London Above―that's where you lived―and then there's London Below―the Underside―inhabited by the people who fell through the cracks in the world. Now you're one of them. Good night.”
“There's only one thing we never wrote down. You know what it was.”
“That's only because what we have is deep. Its pain and pleasure mixed into one.”
“I think there's a great beauty to having problems. That's one of the ways we learn”
“So? There's two of us and one of you, and whenever we feel like it, we can be three. That's love too, you know.”