No man is worth more than another, wherever he is from.

and her skin shone luminous and impossibly pale, as if it drank light from the moon.

and when he moved it was like watching oil spread across a lake, smooth and fluid, almost vicious

. . .nothing could eclipse the stain of his dirty, mortal mediocrity.

I shift, an infinitesimal movement, towards him. It is like the leap from a waterfall. I do not know, until then, what I am going to do.

He is a weapon, a killer. Do not forget it. You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature.

We were like gods at the dawning of the world, & our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other.