“Never, never rest contented with any circle of ideas, but always be certain that a wider one is still possible.”

“It is possible for one never to transgress a single law and still be a bastard.”

“Blake?” Livia closed one eye while she waited.“Livia.” He was still there.“You waited,” Livia whispered.“Of course. I’ll always wait.”Livia smiled wider than she thought possible.”

“Because love, love is never finished. It circles and circles, the memories out of order and not always complete.”

“Anything at all is possible. Some things are unlikely. Some things will never happen. But they always could, at any time.”

“one motion of individual want sends trembles around a circle of dependents, until the whole helpless ring knocks and shakes like a tray of wineglasses in an unsteady waiter's hands. Any music they make is random, involuntary and brief; one can't be still unless they all are, and they never are.”