“Seeing his face after months was as immediate as a pointed gun.”

“Don't have to see," the pilot grunted. "Olga knows the way.""Funny name for an aircraft," Grace commented. "Is it after your wife?""My gun."Grace stared at him. "You named your plane after a gun?""It was a very good gun.”

“He walked, looking about him angrily and distractedly. All his ideas now seemed to be circling round some single point, and he felt that there really was such a point, and that now, now, he was left facing that point—and for the first time, indeed, during the last two months.”

“I do not kill with my gun;He who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father.I kill with my heart.”

“After not seeing him for months, his perfection was almost too much to take in all at once, like I'd go blind if I didn't absorb him in segments.”

“Every person is destroyed when we cease to see him; after which his next appearance is a new creation, different from that which immediately preceded it, if not from them all.”