He liked to observe emotions; they were like red lanterns strung along the dark unknown of another's personality, marking vulnerable points.
Ayn RandShe fell asleep, lying there, her hand clasping his. Her last awareness, before she surrendered the responsibility of consciousness, was the sense of an enormous void, the void of a city and of a continent, where she would never be able to find the man whom she had no right to seek.
Ayn RandIf you saw Atlas, the giant who holds the world on his shoulders, if you saw that he stood, blood running down his chest, his knees buckling, his arms trembling but still trying to hold the world aloft with the last of his strength, and the greater his effort the heavier the world bore down upon his shoulders - What would you tell him?" Iโฆdon't know. Whatโฆcould he do? What would you tell him?" To shrug.
Ayn Rand