"Just because you can't love yourself," she said, "doesn't mean you shouldn't love me."
She knew him, because she knew his failings.
"It's all tricks and mirrors," he said, "and then one day you disappear in a puff of smoke."
"I want to be in love with someone like you," he said, holding her closely and laughing.
He was all surfeit and surface; she was all reason and reflection.