“The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it.”

The question is how much passion is there, how much time it will take, for the walls of the heart to be pounded thin, that is if the lungs do not give out before the heart.

‘Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.’'Hell,’ I said, ‘I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?’'Yes. I want to ruin you.’'Good,’ I said. ‘That’s what I want too.’

Excellence is never an accident. It represents the wise choice of many alternatives. Choice, not chance, determines your destiny.

The true purpose of tragedy is to purify the passion.

I loved to sleep with the window open. Rainy nights were the best of all: I would open the window and put my head on the pillow and close my eyes and feel the wind on my face and listen to the trees sway and creak.