Men chase by night those they will not greet by day.
If I and my two children cannot move the gods, the gods must have their reasons.
Numberless arts appear foolish whose secret motives are most wise and weighty.
Each arrow you shoot off carries its own target into the decidedly secret tangle
The most terrible of motives and the most unanswerable of responses: Because.
For some reason, it didn’t feel right. Victor’s words seemed to confirm that. There was another reason that he’d come here. Falling in love with Elizabeth might have been part of it. But that wasn’t all. Something else was coming. There is more.
He had waited five years and bought a mansion where he dispensed starlight to casual moths - so that he could 'come over' some afternoon to a stranger's garden.
