She had told me that the approval of other people should never be my goal

Self-consciousness in a woman's life is a plague of locusts.

[...] And women are always like that.''What do you mean?''Well, all the women I know who've left long-term relationships in their thirties checked out of it long before they actually did. They went through all the grief when they were still together with the guy. Played through all the scenarios, processed their feelings - so when the split actually happened, they just felt light and free. Men take it worse. They pretend not to, but they do. They haven't laid any preparations.''Right. [...].

Neighbours watching neighbours, twisting ropes to bind us all.

This city is like no other city in the world. It is brilliant but it is bloated, and I've never called it home

From little seeds great flowers grow.

You are a stone, thrown upon a lake. But the ripples you create will never make you still.

The ink was secret nectar, for Marin isn't married.

Believe it or don't believe it, Madame. But my feet are tired too. Bloody tired. Like a dead man's.

Take care, take care. This city thrives! It's money gives you wings to soar. But it is a yoke on your shoulders and you would do well to take note of the bruise around your neck.