“Azhrarn, Lord of Terrors, terrified.”

“Azhrarn the Beautiful," said Chuz lovingly, "it is your beautiful madness I have come to see.”

“Whatever the hell I am, I am Me.”

“It's lovely. I hate it.”

“How massively the mountains stand, while low to the ground the sand blows. The sand blows on and on. And then there are no mountains, none at all, the sand has kissed and whispered them away. And still, the sand blows on.”

“Are not all loves secretly the same? A hundred flowers sprung from a single root.”

“Condemned and executioner are not coupled in a primitive rite.”