“And what is death, if not a face at peace - its artistic perfection.”

“That man, especially when he slept, when his features were motionless, showed me my own face, my mask, the flawlessly pure image of my corpse […] in a state of perfect repose, this resemblance was strikingly evident, and what is death, if not a face at peace – its artistic perfection? Life only marred my double; thus a breeze dims the bliss of Narcissus; thus, in the painter’s absence, there comes his pupil and by the superfluous flush of unbidden tints disfigures the portrait painted by the master.”

“Time and death: It's the ultimate vision of an artist at the end of everything. It's just what's there. It was not something I planned to do.”

“Good artists exist in what they make, and consequently are perfectly uninteresting in what they are.”

“Its a perfectly good face, Sparhawk.""It covers the front of my head. What else can you expect from a face?”

“Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.”