“A ghost in marble of a girl you knewWho would have loved you in a day or two.”

“(What are your ghosts like?)(They are on the insides of the lids of my eyes.)(This is also where my ghosts reside.)(You have ghosts?)(Of course I have ghosts.)(But you are a child.)(I am not a child.)(But you have not known love.)(These are my ghosts, the spaces amid love.)”

“Poor you, you have two cute girls vying for your love. Your life is hard.”

“Every girl would like to marry a rich husband. I did twice. But what divides girls into two groups is this question - do you first think of money and then love, or vice versa?”

“My heart belongs to you,' He promised.'Would you have loved me when I was a girl?''I have always loved you. Even before I met you I loved the idea of you.”

“If I have the strength to sit here for months,” he murmured, almost painfully. “Falling more and more hopelessly in love with you every single day, while you’re still madly in love with a ghost, then you can have that same kind of strength to move on from this.”