You're not in love if you keep your own heart bricked up behind your bones. You're only playing.

Slowly, without taking his eyes from hers, the man in the black coat knelt before her. ”I have come for the girl in the window,” he said, and his eyes filled with tears

That's Venus, September thought. She was the goddess of love. It's nice that love comes on first thing in the evening, and goes out last in the morning. Love keeps the light on all night.

You should always listen to minotaurs. Anybody with four stomachs has to have a firm grip on reality.

You're not in love if you keep your own heart bricked up behind your bones. You're only playing.

A labyrinth, when it is big enough, is just the world.

It is best in the end to let women see to their own vengeance.