"Don’t put words in my mouth," Amelie said. "That’s not what I said." She pointed at Rodolphe. "I’m not being selfish. It’s very simple. I love this man! I want his child, I want a true marriage with him, with a family! But you tell me I must wait for that fulfillment until I’m a strange old crone. Are Rodolphe and I supposed to wait out centuries, while the dust slowly settles on our souls? No, we’ll surely drift apart, and our love will be nothing but an episode." She wrung her hands. "Every day of my life, thanks to you, I have to taste my own sterility."