Memory is a great deceiver: it embroiders until naught is left but the glory and the pleasure.
Information is the mortar that both builds and destroys empires.
Humiliation scars deeper than the lash.
Love wasn't a piece of music you could play over and over again with different interpretations. It actually needed to be improvised as you went along.
Trust is won not given.
To be desired by those who are themselves highly desirable is in itself an aphrodisiac.