“He knew now that at the end there was only one thing that counted - to be a saint.”
“He counted his steps. That was how you got through tough things. You counted. Once you said, "one," then you knew "two" was coming, and "three" right after that.”
“At that moment he knew one thing. The only thing that mattered.He loved her.”
“The one thing I had learned in my sixteen years was that you couldn't count on anyone to stick around. Opening yourself up only causes trouble in the end.”
“Now he knew that it was only love when you knew there could be no end to it. When it was as inevitable as gravity. Falling in love, a helpless descent in which the only way to avoid being hurt was to keep going. Keep falling.”
“I am a Count, Not a Saint.”