Living with him is like being told a perpetual story: his mind is the biggest, most imaginative I have ever met. I could live in its growing countries forever.

You have opened up the prison gates of my womanhood. And all the passion that was unsatisfied in for me so many years, leaped into a wild reckless storm boundless as the sea.

We cannot fight for love, as men may do; we shou'd be woo'd, and were not made to woo

It's the tragedy of loving, you can't love anything more than something you miss.

Bring the pure wine of love and freedom. But sir, a tornado is coming. More wine, we'll teach this storm A thing or two about whirling.

That's how I always want to remember my time with you. Like a pure white light, breathtaking to behold.