“I saw how the forms of love might be maintained with a condemned person but with the love in fact measured and disciplined, because you have to survive. It could be done so discreetly that the object of such care would not suspect, any more than she would suspect the sentence of death itself.”
“Oh, it was a complicated business, loving art. It involved a lot more ill will than one might have suspected.”
“How stupid could she be to think a clean person would love her -- would risk death and decay and banishment for love!”
“Without writing, I sometimes suspect there would be no such thing as love.”
“I refused to believe that love could take any other form than mine: I measured love by the extent of my jealousy, and by that standard of course she could not love me at all.”
“She had always loved him, after all. And perhaps he knew it. Perhaps he saw more than she had suspected. And despite it, he did not look away.”