“You ignorant whelp. You dare to warn me away from her? I created her. Without my influence, Charlotte would be a bovine in the country with a half-dozen children at her skirts...or spreading her legs for every man who dropped a coin between her breasts. I've spent a fortune to make her into something far better than she was ever meant to be.""Why don't you send me a bill?""It would beggar you," Radnor assured him with raw contempt."Send it anyway," Nick invited gently. "I'll be interested to learn the cost of creating someone.”

“How does the story really go?Does she ever cross your mind?Does she ever steal your nights?Is she still a part of you?Do you ever wish she were still by your side?And what would you do?If she walked up here tomorrow And told you that she loved you?Would you drop it all and run to her?Would you tell her you love her too?Or would you simply send her home?And tell her you’ve moved on?Tell me, Buddy, what would you do?”

“I love her for what she has dared to be, for her hardness, her cruelty, her egoism, her perverseness, her demoniac destructiveness. She would crush me to ashes without hesitation. She is a personality created to the limit. I worship her courage to hurt, and I am willing to be sacrificed to it. She will add the sum of me to her. She will be June plus all that I contain.”

“So you will not kneel to me?" He said.I will kneel to no man, "She answered, preparing herself for the push that would send her toppling to her death and ready to haul him with her.You interest me, girl. There is no fear in you." Nor in you, apparently, King Priam."He looked surprised. "Fear if for weaklings. Look around you. This is Troy. My Troy. The richest and most powerful city in the world. It was not built by fearful men, but my men with imagination and courage. It's wealth grows Daily, and with it the influence that wealth brings.”

“Furie had once asked her, “Why would you ever send a man to do a woman’s job?” Confused, Myst had answered, “Because I can.”

“Who trusts the sea? Lawlessness is her law;You will be drowned if you cannot decideTo turn away from her inconstant tide.She seethes with love herself - that turbulenceOf tumbling waves, that yearning violence,Are for her Lord, and since she cannot rest,What peace could you discover in her breast?She lives for Him - yet you are satisfiedTo her His invitation and to hide.”