“Still, his scars, combined with the serpentine wound now visible without the bandage covering his shoulder, made him all the more dangerous.He was, to me, terrifyingly beautiful.”

“Roxane: His face is like yours, burning with spirit and imagination. He is proud and noble and young and fearless and beautiful-Cyrano:(losing all his colour.) Beautiful!Roxane: Yes. What's wrong?Cyrano: With me? Nothing. It's only... only... (Displaying his bandaged hand, with a little smile.) This fatal wound.”

“It's time, Perry". He let her go. She took a step back, taking in his face one last time. His green eyes. The bend in his nose and the scars on his cheek. All the tiny inperfections that made him beautiful. Without a word, she turned and made her way downhill.”

“I'm sure we can manage without him for a few months. Although without his healing powers, we'll certainly have to invest in more bandages.”

“The craggy lines that made up the character in his face now seemed like scars of defeat, inflicted on him over time.”

“Remember also that scars of all sorts are all right. Scars are wounds that have healed, not without a trace, but have healed nonetheless. Think of all the scar tissue around Christ's heart, Jesus our wounded healer.”