None of us really changes over time. We only become more fully what we are.

The young reinvent the universe, he said. And they give the new universe to us as their gift.

I am an unwilling devil. I cry like some vagrant child. I want to go home.

Do we have to confess our loves to everyone?" asked Thorne softly. "Can we not keep some secrets?

His beauty has always maddened me. I think I idealize him in my mind when I'm not with him; but then when I see him again I'm overcome.

But the sky was never quite the same shade of blue again. I mean the world looked different forever after, and even in moments of exquisite happiness there was the darkness lurking, the sense of our frailty and our hopelessness.

I have lived lies. I have done it again and again. I live lies because I cannot endure the weakness of anger, and I cannot admit the irrationality of love.-Marius.