To say she is only a woman is to say a violin is a piece of wood with strings, and Dante is mere ink printed on paper.
In rational worlds all the hierarchies of our world are reversed.
A perfect example, in matters of life and death, of love and passion, of choice or destiny; options decrease to a singular course.
The lighter something is, the easier it is to darken it.
Angels should never be exposed to the dire darkness of despair in the tunnel of cosmic nothingness, and although I never believed such maddening thoughts; I couldn’t help but feel spiritual in her presence.
He was a man more concerned with the truth than his arrest quota, a philosophy that would often have him skate on thin ice with the higher ups.
A tear cringed off his cheek and stained her writing on the paper. He didn’t wipe it, men must be honest and transparent, they should never wipe their tears.
A bodyguard for a pretty socialite, I was moving up in the world. Like all idiots I naturally assumed she was pretty because she was rich. You can buy anything with money, even people, even… beauty.
What kind of dark, twisted mind preys on young women? I think it was Poe that said the death of a beautiful woman is the most poetical thing in the universe, and if that was true… I was John Milton.
Bourbon, Kentucky bourbon especially, is like Dante’s Inferno in a glass, fire walks down your throat, lungs, and heart and everything in between with an unpleasant after-taste. We got along just fine.
A costume party… great… a chance for the bimbos to whore themselves out with no penalty of conscience. I found myself excruciatingly curious as to what she was going as, a sailor? No. A pilot. That would be something
His studies were always second to Beatrice. He would’ve said everything was second to Beatrice but the flowery metaphors and literary devices can only stretch so far and for so many characters.
Hawks with broken wings; lions with broken paws; men with broken hearts, they all have one thing in common: they’re all as sure to die as those unbroken.