“It's easy to fall in love among the winding cobblestone streets and snow-covered castles of Prague, but is it a good idea?”

“Quaint stone cottages lined the cobblestone streets, and an immense ocean lay to the far right, dozens of pirate-like ships riding its gentle waves. In the distance, a castle towered up to touch the blue-gray sky, its tallest spears hiding in the misty cloud cover. Paradise.Sorin stood up beside Clara.“What is this place?” “It’s where I belong.”

“At night, lying on your back and staring at the falling snow, it's easy to imagine oneself soaring through the stars.”

“His voice was handsome and broken, like a cobblestone street.”

“Prague is far more than the sum of its physical parts or its history. It is a city of the mind and the imagination, a city that exists as vividly in poetry and painting and music and legend as it does in brick and stone... Just as the physical city of Prague would be unimaginable without its unique topography, without its palaces, its churches, its parks, its streets, and its hostelries, so the Prague of the mind would be unimaginable without its storytellers and the tales they weave.”

“Love is a slippery slope and it's so easy to fall.”