“But each soul is unique, each grows at its own pace, and that's how it must be...a bit at a time.”

“Each soul, each person, has to find their own way - learn their own lessons ... It's all those rough bits that make us stronger.”

“Love is like death, it must come to us all, but to each his own unique way and time, sometimes it will be avoided, but never can it be cheated, and never will it be forgotten.”

“This is not right, and we must recondition the brain so that each sexual experience is unique, just as each loving experience is unique.”

“Maybe this is all a bit of a myth, a willful desire to give each place its own unique aura. But doesn't any collective belief eventually become a kind of truth? If enough people act as if something is true, isn't it indeed "true," not objectively, but in the sense that it will determine how they will behave? The myth of unique urban character and unique sensibilities in different cities exists because we want it to exist.”

“We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked at each other for the last time.”