“...I'm looking for the face I had, before the world was made...”

“The great adventure of our lives. What does it mean to die when you can live until the end of the world? and what is 'the end of the world' except a phrase, because who knows even what is the world itself? I had now lived in two centuries, seen the illusions of one shattered by the other, been eternally young and eternally ancient, possessing no illusions, living moment to moment in a way that made me picture a silver clock ticking in a void: the painted face, the delicately carved hands looked upon by no one, looking out at no one, illuminated by a light which was not a light, like the light by which god made the world before He had made light. Ticking, ticking, ticking, the precision of the clock, in a room as vast as the universe.”

“You have rather the look of another world. I marvelled where you had got that sort of face.”

“Looking up in the sky, I saw the stars were brighter now. They made a pattern I had never noticed before- a gleaming constellation that looked a lot like a girls figure- a girl with a bow, running across the sky. "Let the world honor you, my Huntress. Live forever in the stars.”

“Before The World Was MadeIf I make the lashes darkand the eyes more brightand the lips more scarlet,or ask if all be rightfrom mirror after mirror,no vanity's displayed:I'm looking for the face I hadbefore the world was made.What if I look upon a manas though on my beloved,and my blood be cold the whileand my heart unmoved?Why should he think me cruelor that he is betrayed?I'd have him love the thing that wasbefore the world was made.”

“I've loved him for a decade. And I had him for one day before I made a complete and utter mess of things. Or he did. I'm still not sure about that.”