But I cannot love her as I did, because she is not open, because she withholds what matters, because she makes me, with her pride or her madness, live a lie.

This is where I have always been coming to. Since my time began. And when I go away from here, this will be the mid-point, to which everything ran, before, and from which everything will run. But now, my love, we are here, we are now, and those other times are running elsewhere.

You will not be here--I shall not be here--much longer.''Let us not think of time.''We have reached Faust's non-plus. We say to every moment "Verweile doch, du bist so sch&oumln," and if we are not immediately damned, the stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike. But it is open to us to regret each minute as it passes.''We shall be exhausted.''And is not that a good state to end in?

She is afraid of divorce, which will free her, as she was not enough afraid of marriage, which trapped her.

I wish," said Dr Perholt to the djinn, "I wish you would love me.""You honor me," said the djinn, "and maybe you have wasted your wish, for it may well be that love would have happened anyway, since we are together, and sharing our life stories, as lovers do.