“That men saw his mask, but the bishop saw his face. That men saw his life, but the bishop saw his conscience.”

“Blake understood. Treated it like a joke, but he understood. He saw the cracks in society, saw the little men in masks trying to hold it together...he saw the true face of the twentieth century and chose to become a reflection of it, a parody of it. No one else saw the joke. That's why he was lonely.”

“Then I saw his kind eyes, a comfort I desired. Then I saw his height, a knight I needed by my side. Then I saw his body, a man I surrendered to.”

“I saw the end of his life right there in that single moment. His pride, his decency, his secrets, his death.”

“And though St. John saw many strange monsters in his vision, he saw no creature so wild as one of his own commentators.”

“It was for one minute that I saw him, but the hair stood upon my head like quills. Sir, if that was my master, why had he a mask upon his face?”