“I am getting rather astonishing in my Italian conversation. I believe I talk a mixture of Dante and the worst modern slang.”

“[...]Are both of you...?""Manscaped?" Dante smiled. "I'm fucking Italian; I been mowing my lawn since I was thirteen.”

“I choose to believe God rather than my feelings. I choose to believe I am acceptable even though I feel unacceptable.”

“I am alone, I am all alone, I am completely alone. Grasping this reality, I let go of my bag, drop to my knees and press my forehead against the floor. There, I offer up to the universe a fervent prayer of thanks. First in English. Then in Italian. And then - just to get the point across - in Sanskrit.”

“And then there was you. You changed everything I believed in. You know that line from Dante that I quoted to you in the park? 'L'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle'?"Her lips curled a little at the sides as she looked up at him. "I still don't speak Italian.""It's a bit of the very last verse from Paradiso - Dante's Paradise. 'My will and my desire were turned by love, the love that moves the sun and the other stars.' Dante was trying to explain faith, I think, as an overpowering love, and maybe it's blasphemous, but that's how I think of the way I love you. You came into my life and suddenly I had one truth to hold on to - that I loved you, and you loved me.”

“I received your letter of June 10th. I have never talked to a Jesuit priest in my life and I am astonished by the audacity to tell such lies about me. From the viewpoint of a Jesuit priest I am, of course, and have always been an atheist.”