Fiona Paul Quotes

She couldn't substitute Falco for Luca. She couldn't substitute a series of reckless romantic moments for a life with someone honest and true.

Madness weakens the mind and disease weakens the body, but nothing destroys the spirit like the loss of a true love.

Come on," Falco said. "I'll see you safely home to your fancy sheets. I'd say you need your beauty sleep, but it looks like you've been getting plenty.

How terrible it must be to be a member of the noble class. So many rules. Such restraint. You must feel like a caged bird, battering its wings against the sides of its golden prison.

Luca's freedom was at the tips of her fingers.

Falco's eyes widened in fake shock. "Well, then perhaps I should ask for a tour of the house." He grinned, clearly relishing Cass's embarrassment. "Can we start with your bedroom?

After death, the body cools, then stiffens, then grows limber again as putrefaction begins to dissolve the tissues until the flesh becomes foul, black slime."
-The Book of The Eternal Rose

After all, death and life are just two phases of the natural order of things. It seems silly to embrace birth and fear death.

You may study the bodies of the living and the dead for clues about the mechanism of the muscles, the bones, and even the brain, but you can never unravel the mystery of the human heart ...

From death we gain knowledge of life, and from this knowledge we may one day vanquish death.
-The Book of The Eternal Rose

Civilized beings regard the act of intercourse as the highest expression of romantic love. One need only observe the behavior of animals, however, to realize that the act is often a form of violence.

It was perfectly horrible. But it was perfect.

The truth never hurts more than finding out someone you love has lied to you.

But was that what love was supposed to be? Pain? Madness? Or was love something... that motivated a person to be selfless and even self-sacrificing.

But reasons to live are different from reasons not to die.

The heart is divided into four chambers, two to a side. When one side fails, the other must follow, and the body dies.
-The Book of The Eternal Rose

The water that flows through the canals is both beautiful and deadly. Its tranquil surface belies that toxins beneath-unpleasant to touch, deadly to imbibe.

It is human nature
to fear the dead,
but it is the living
who are capable of malice,
evil and utter destruction.

How can God be so cruel to grow love in such hopeless places?

The healer and the killer both rely on the blade: the physician his scalpel, the assassin his dagger.

De Montaigne described marriage as much like a cage full of birds, where the unmarried struggle to get in and the married struggle to get out.

If I had your body, I'd stare at it for hours. Days, maybe.

Congratulations, starling. You were meant to fly.

Both the teardrop and the tempest are made of water, making it the most yielding and most destructive force on Earth.

You should be more careful, you know."
"Careful?" she managed to croak. "You're the one who knocked me over."
"I couldn't resist," he said, and he actually had the nerve to wink at her. "It's not often I get the chance to put my hands on such a beautiful woman.

Luca doesn't care what I think about science or religion or vampires. He accepts me as I am. With you, I always felt like you wanted to change me. We spoke so long ago of Michel de Montaigne, of how marriage was like a gilded cage. But Montaigne was wrong. Marriage can set you free of the cage if you find the right person." She looked pleadingly at Falco, praying he would understand. "Luca da Peraga is the right man for me.

Religion would have us believe that immortality is reserved for the gods. We remain skeptical.

Falco wagged her journal in front of her. "This is yours, I presume." A slow smile spread across his face. "Let's find out exactly what you've been doing, shall we?"
"Give it back!" Cass reached for the journal, but Falco easily dodged her. He opened the leather-bound book to a random page and cleared his throat. Clutching a hand to his chest, he pretended to read aloud in a high-pitched voice. "Oh, how I love the way his fingers explore my soft flesh. The way his eyes see into my very soul."
This time, Cass managed to snatch the book out of his hands. "That is not what it says."
"I guess that means you won't be keeping me warm tonight?