“Ballet in the air…
Twin butterflies until, twice white
They Meet, they mate”

“Bees blew like cake-crumbs through the golden air, white butterflies like sugared wafers, and when it wasn't raining a diamond dust took over which veiled and yet magnified all things”

“I'd be a butterfly born in a bower,
Where roses and lilies and violets meet.”

“Describe plum-blossoms?
Better than my verses… white
Wordless Butterflies”

“People are like moths. First they are ugly and awkward, until they break out of their shell and become a beautiful butterfly.”

“We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.”

“As far as white Aurora's dews are sprinkled through the air.”

“Those were the days of "Florodora" and of sextets, of pinched-in waists and blown-out sleeves, of almost bustles and absolute ballet skirts, but here, without doubt, disguised as she might be by the unaccustomed stiffness and old fashion of her costume, was a butterfly of butterflies. Here was the gayety of the period — the soft wine of eyes, the songs that flurried hearts, the toasts and tie bouquets, the dances and the dinners. Here was a Venus of the hansom, cab, the Gibson girl in her glorious prime. Here was…”

“A true soul mate is probably the most important person you'll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake.”

“Oh, he's not like that," said Favonius.

Jason flinched. "You can read my mind?"

"I don't need to." Favonius tossed his bronze hoop in the air. "has the wrong impression of Cupid… until they meet him.”