“Passion was something pure and indescribable - something one could see without being told.”

“you could be ordinary and attempt something extraordinary, without being able to explain it in a logical way.”

“Falling in love is something that happens to us, being is love is something we do. No passion is self preservatory.”

“You see, a secret is not something untold. It’s something which can’t be told.”

“She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance, perhaps, or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms, or perhaps something as simple as not being second.”

“I see it, Jack. Your muse is back. The thing that gave you passion, tormented you, and haunted you is back. You're reeling in ecstasy and dread. It's something you want, but can't ever have. And the one that brings the pain is pure, white as snow... and standing in front of you.”