His hands wrapped around her upper arms, holding her gently. "You are even more beautiful when you dance.

Or as Gabe had done, to rescue your betrothed from some evil force. That appealed to him. But he'd yet to find a damsel in distress, oppressed by evil and in need of rescue.

Ruexner will pay dearly for this, " Valten promised, speaking to no one in particular, but imagining he had the fiend's neck between his hands. If he dared hurt Gisela...

You are brave and strong and good, noble and kind. I love you and I think you're...

She whispered, "Even with a broken hand, you are the knight I'd most want and trust to rescue me-and I know you can do it. You are the boldest, bravest, most noble knight in the Holy Empire.

Ruexner chuckled and put away his knife. Gisela kept her eyes on Valten. Even though her bottom lip trembled, she still looked like the bravest woman he had ever seen.

Being afraid wouldn't find justice for the family---this boy seemed to understand that.

Someday when we're older, we'll learn who to trust. But heroes and saviors, can't save folks like us.

The art world was very small and the people got together at parties. There was less commercialism.

You don't sell a commodity, you sell joy, gaiety, excitement. You aim at people's hearts, not their minds.

We cut up time and space and mind and place and being and non-being. We create a world of ideas. This is duality, pairs of apparent opposites.

I want nothing but death.

I kind of have a phobia for the dentist's office.

My mother says happy ever after's a bunch of bull.

It is one of the ironies of biographical art that some details are more relevant than others, and many details have no relevance at all.

Home is not just the place where you happen to be born. Its the place where you become yourself.