“Perhaps I had started to believe again in magic, or perhaps in love. Or perhaps they were the same thing.”

“Perhaps the magic would last, perhaps it wouldn't. But then again, what does?”

“Perhaps only those who had loved and lost could appreciate this magic.”

“Was it the Twilight of Magic? Perhaps. But only today's. Magic could never die while the sun had the power to rise again and man had the wish to seek.”

“Hate and love were both conceived in fear, perhaps that was why they were nearly the same thing, but only one was steeped in hope.”

“Perhaps because the origins of a certain kind of love lie in an impulse to escape ourselves and out weaknesses by an alliance with the beautiful and noble. But if the loved ones love us back, we are forced to return to ourselves, and are hence reminded of the things that had driven us into love in the first place. Perhaps it was not love we wanted after all, perhaps it was simply someone in whom to believe, but how can we continue to believe the the beloved now that they believe in us?”