"She buried her ears into the calm of his heartbeat, and in a matter of seconds: fell terribly in love with the way her loneliness fell softly and suddenly, asleep, in his chest."
Frédéric Chopin - Polonaise in B-flat Minor, Opus Posthumous: “L’Adieu” - Ludwik Stefański
"Foreign lands never yield their secrets to a traveller. The best they offer are tantalising snippets, just enough to inflame the imagination. The secrets they do reveal are your own - the ones you have kept from yourself. And this is reason enough to travel, to leave home."
"She had a mind like a box of fireworks and hands that played recklessly with matches."