“A simple mistake…can tell me what you’re not, or it can remind me of why I should love you.” (404 Error=Page Not Found)”

“He has the strangest expression on his face- the emotional equivalent of 404 PAGE NOT FOUND.”

“Grigsby had looked at him askance. “Why is it,” he said, “that I have the distinct impression you’re not surprised by this news?” ‘Surprised by the fact that the reverend is first and foremost a human being? Surprised by the fact that every human being, reverend or ribald, can be undone by capricious circumstances? Or should I be surprised by the fact that a man who teaches love and forgiveness can love and forgive? Tell me, Marmy, exactly what it is I should be surprised at?”

“I meet you. I remember you. Who are you? You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. How could I know this city was tailor-made for love? How could I know you fit my body like a glove? I like you. How unlikely. I like you. How slow all of a sudden. How sweet. You cannot know. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. I have time. Please, devour me. Deform me to the point of ugliness. Why not you? Why not you in this city and in this night, so like other cities and other nights you can hardly tell the difference? I beg of you.”

“Tell me, Lothaire, I want to know. Convince me why I should love you.”“Because any other female would!”

“You say you’re sure? Sure that you’re in love? How can you know it? You think love is so simple? ”