I love you as one loves certain obscure things,  secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

She would have betrayed him for a dry Martini.

There’s so much surprising green in this city’s grey, stone heart, so douce, so mercantile.

25 And the Lord spake unto the Angel that guarded the eastern gate, saying ‘Where is the flaming sword that was given unto thee?’ 26 And the Angel said, 'I had it here only a moment ago, I must have put it down some where, forget my own head next.’ 27 And the Lord did not ask him again.

Tear off the mask. Your face is glorious.

My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.

if the ocean can calm itself, so can you. we are both salt water mixed with air.

He stepped down, trying not to look at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her like the sun, without even looking.