“His voice was handsome and broken, like a cobblestone street.”

“It's easy to fall in love among the winding cobblestone streets and snow-covered castles of Prague, but is it a good idea?”

“And before long, the music, the views rushing past the window, my fathers voice and the narrow cobblestone streets all merged into one, and it seemed to me that while we would never find answers to these fundamental questions, it was good for us to ask them anyway.”

“Quentin Crisp (to handsome young man on the street): "What's the matter, sexy? Don't you like dehydrated fruit?”

“...everything felt fine at that moment; the suit was fine, and the twon was fine to walk in, along the cobblestone street, and we do decide for ourselves when it will hurt.”

“To be both rich and handsome was bad enough. But to have a voice like honey over warm bread on top of that was simply inexcusable.”