“Love did not have to make sense. It did not have to be worthy. It did not have to be earned. It did not have to woo.It just simply was.”

“Sometimes life just did things, he felt, and they didn't have to make sense. It helped when they did, and often the sense of a thing was just around a corner, but that didn't mean you ever got to see it.”

“The setting is a worthy one, if the devil did desire to have a hand in the affairs of men.”

“But the girl did not have sense enough to be afraid.”

“Why did he have to be so gorgeous? Why did he have to stand so close, and why did I still love him so much? ”

“bye-bye love, as in songs. All alone now. It was so sad. Why did such things have to disintegrate like that? Why did longing and desire, and friendliness and goodwill too, have to shatter into pieces? Why did they have to be so thoroughfully over?I could make myself cry even more by repeating the key word: love,alone, sad, over. I did it on purpose.”