Inspector Longhi: Age makes women grow to look more like each other. Don't you find that? Old men decay and each becomes quite distinct. Women seem to converge, eh?
Laura Baxter: Your bishop makes me feel strange.
John Baxter: I imagine he makes God feel less than immaculate.
Inspector Longhi: The skill of police artists is to make the living appear dead.
Laura Baxter: This one who's blind. She's the one that can see.
Heather: One of the things I love about Venice, is that it's so safe for me to walk.
John Baxter: Steps.
Heather: Thank you... The sound changes, you see, as you come to a canal. And the echoes from the walls are so clear... My sister hates it.
John Baxter: That's too bad.
Heather: She says it's like a city in aspic, wrapped over from a dinner party, where all the guests are dead or gone.
