" "Why?" asked her companion. "Why do you love him when you ought not to?"

Edna, with a motion or two, dragged herself on her knees before Mademoiselle Reisz, who took the glowing face between her two hands.
"Why? Because his hair is brown and grows away from his temples; because he opens and shuts his eyes, and his nose is a little out of drawing; because he has two lips and a square chin, and a little finger which he can't straighten from having played baseball too energetically in his youth. Because - "

"Because you do, in short," laughed Mademoiselle.” "

“Humans have the inherent ability to persevere through the hottest hells and hatreds,
That **** so many on a daily basis,
If that hatred lie
In the Wyoming sky
Above Ennis and Jack and,
On the upper West Side Story of lower Manhattan,
We still find the will to love someone.
It is the ability to truly admire and adore
Perfect imperfections.
It is the paradoxical phenomenon that occurs when,
Despite even the strongest abhorrence
We find a way to break every barrier to joy.
Hunchbacks hugging the skeletons sagging in our closets.
We desire what no porpoise or purpose could satisfy
Only we know how a Creole creed could Reisz such a ruckus
Only we know the way to love”