But reason was only a created thing, imposed with faith upon the world, and the stars promise nothing to no one. - Anne Rice

We would make our heroes shallow," he answered, the words very slow and almost sad. "We would make them brittle. It is they who must remind us of the true meaning of strength.

Your quest is for darkness only. This sea is not your sea. The myths of men are not your myths. Men’s treasures are not yours.

In spite of all the refinements of civilization that conspired to make art – the dizzying perfection of the string quartet or the sprawling grandeur of Fragonard's canvases – beauty was savage. It was as dangerous and lawless as the earth had been eons before man had one single coherent thought in his head or wrote codes of conduct on tablets of clay. Beauty was a Savage Garden.