“The key to all knowledge comes in words of just one syllable, apparently.... There's only the last page left to write on. I'll fill it with words of just one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.”

“There is only one page left to write on. I will fill it with words of only one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.”

“Only half a page left now. Shall I fill it with 'I love you, I love you'-- like father's page of cats on the mat? No. Even a broken heart doesn't warrant a waste of good paper.”

“Only the margin left to write on now. I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“Just to be in love seemed the most blissful luxury I had ever known. The thought came to me that perhaps it is the loving that counts, not the being loved in return—that perhaps true loving can never know anything but happiness. For a moment I felt that I had discovered a great truth.”

“I only want to write. And there's no college for that except life.”

“I love you, I love you, I love you. ~Cassandra”