We have nothing now between us, save - respect, perhaps. And I think that respect has maybe room for secrets, but not for lies.
Man's sense of Morality tends to decrease as his Power increases
Your face is my heart
Tell him I hate him to his guts and the marrow of his bones!
It's only that ye looked so beautiful, wi' the fire on your face, and your hair waving in the wind. I wanted to remember it.
Not for the first time, I reflected that intimacy and romance are not synonymous.