Gods are nothing without their worshipers; they act on the affairs and the passions of men.

Tempus wanders eternally, bringing death to whomever loves him and being spurned by whomsoever he shall love.

No ethos, pursued without thought or mercy, is ethical.

The two stallions, the silver and the black, represent the equine god (whomsoever horses pray to) in this ritual so ancient that no one knows what god to thank.

To take care of the world seemed, finally, a privilege rather than a burden. The Riddler had led them to life's greatest victory. They had found a home.

You must become like yourself.

What wastrel mankind destroyed takes time for nature to put to rights.