I never lie," I said offhand. "At least not to those I don't love.

We are predators, whose all-seeing eyes were meant to give them detachment.

I was at a loss suddenly; but conscious all the while of how Armand listened; that he listened in the way that we dream of others listening, his face seeming to reflect on every thing said. He did not start forward to seize on my slightest pause, to assert an understanding of something before the thought was finished, or to argue with a swift, irresistible impulse -- the things which often make dialogue impossible. And after a long interval he said, 'I want you. I want you more than anything in the world.

That was my nature - going from temptation after temptation, not to sin, but to be redeemed.

How pathetic it is to describe these things which can't truly be described.

The prince is never going to come. Everyone knows that; and maybe sleeping beauty's dead.

….it was a brave man’s fear. I knew what he meant. What must a brave general feel when he knows the battle has gone against him and nothing remains but death?