“She was dull, unattractive, couldn't tell the time, count money or tie her own shoe laces... But I loved her”

“I have never been with an ugly woman!” he argues.“You’ve never been with one that can tie her own shoe laces either”

“Language does not always have to wear a tie and lace-up shoes. The object of fiction isn't grammatical correctness but to make the reader welcome and then tell a story … to make him/her forget, whenever possible, that he/she is reading a story at all.”

“Germany, Germany! I'm in North Africa right now and I can't tie my shoe laces!"-Italy”

“I couldn't tell you why she felt that way but she felt it everyday. I couldn't help her; I just watched her make the same mistakes again.”

“What?" she asks, but I don't answer. Instead I kiss her, one time, and try to tell her in that single gesture everything that she'll forget as soon as she turns away. I tell her I love her. I tell her I'll miss her. And then I let her go.”