“Was he an animal that music so captivated him?”
“Was he an animal, that music could move him so? He felt as if the way to the unknown nourishment he longed for were coming to light.”
“It was ironic; he held her captive, yet she’d captivated him.”
“Ah, thou hast made my heart captive in the endless meshes of thy music, my master!”
“The fish in the water is silent, the animals on the earth is noisy, the bird in the air is singing. But man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music of the air.”
“I’d seen him fight before, but it never got old. He was captivating. He never stopped moving. Every action was graceful and lethal. He was a dancer of death.”