“She was what an aristocrat should be, porcelain and silk, unreachable, gracious, untainted by the dust of all this common death.”
“He invented stories so fantastic she had to believe. Of cours, she was only a child, still removing the dust from her first death. What else could she do? And he was already accumulating the dust of his second death. What else could he do? ”
“What is an aristocrat? A woman who is never sullied by vulgarity, although she may be surrounded by it.”
“What is the distinguishing mark of an aristocrat?' she asked him suddenly.'Reverence,' he replied.”
“When all that’s left of us is the pure untainted consciousness without form, we’ll know what it means when the last human breath expires.”
“We should be rigorous in judging ourselves and gracious in judging others.”