...love, all at once and much, much too completely. It's like you suddenly turn a blinding light on something that had always been half a shadow...

I don't ask for your pity, but just for your understanding – not even that – no. Just for some recognition of me in you, and the enemy, time, in us all.

Chance, you've gone past something you couldn't afford to go past; your time, your youth, you've passed it. It's all you had and you've had it.

Of course, you were crowned with laurel in the beginning, your gold hair was wreathed with laurel, but the gold is thinning and the laurel has withered. Face it – pitiful monster.

Youth must be wanton, youth must be quick, Dance to the candle while lasteth the wick.