“Sitting in the middle of my own constellation I can't imagine how I'll feel if you don't come.”

“We stand in silence for another moment and I realize how lucky I am to have someone I can be myself around in all my melancholy glory.”

“It's funny how there can be something special about that one person isn't it?”

“If we were watching a show for two hours I would go if it meant being with her.”

“They stamped their own pattern of lovers onto the fabric of Paris.”

“Hortensio finishes reading the letter and puts it back into his shell. Then he makes himself even more comfortable on his leaves, looking at the starry sky, at how clear it was, as he could see it through the window of the room, and felt proud and happy. I mean, after all, how many can say that they have colored the world with their own colors?”

“Somehow they were entwining without touch, following a choreography laid down in time for lovers.”