It was not you who ate the idea, but the idea that ate you.

“What is most vile and despicable about money is that it even confers talent. An…”

“Mais maintenant je dirai tout, afin que tu saches qui tu quittes, de quel homme…”

“But in the end I'd marry her to the one she herself loved. To a father, the man…”

“It's the moon that makes it so still, weaving some mystery.”