Mortal beauty often makes me ache, and mortal grandeur can fill me with that longing...but Paris, Paris drew me close to her heart, so I forgot myself entirely. Forgot the damned and questing preternatural thing that doted on mortal skin and mortal clothing. Paris overwhelmed, and lightened and rewarded more richly than any promise.

Garden of Pain, I need you. What were the songs of beasts to the cries of sentient souls?

When you think night and day and every moment only of pleasing me, things will be very easy for you.

Pride is the parent of destruction; pride eats the mind and the heart and the soul alive.

I wasn't sent here to find angels! I wasn't sent here to dream of them. I wasn't sent here to hear them sing! I was sent here to be alive. To breathe and sweat and thirst and sometimes cry.

I'm Gentleman Death in silk and lace, come to put out the candles. The canker in the heart of the rose.

I know nothing of God or the Devil. I have never seen a vision nor learned a secret that would damn or save my soul.