He had grieved for me, I'll give him that much. But then he is so good at grieving! He wears woe as others wear velvet; sorrow flatters him like the light of candles; tears become him like jewels.

Nothing in all the world is so nonsensical and contradictory, save mortals, that is, who live in the grip of the superstitions of the past.

It's not so," I said. "And how long do you think it will sustain you, feeling and seeing and touching and tasting, if there is no love? No one with you?

His Back was turned to the end of the world and the end of the world was quiet.

You look good to me, you damnable little devil, good to embrace and good to love.

We're frightened of what makes us different.

Was it fair to say I didn't know the full state of my soul?