and then he looked her full in the face, and her heart leapt and sank, as the eyes the dangerous blue of the summer sky before a storm gazed back into hers.

“We do not always remember the things that do no credit to us. We justify them, …”

“It’s an artist’s job to show people the world they live in. We hold up mirrors.”

“This is my body, he said, two thousand years ago. This is my blood. It was the …”

“They kissed for the first time then in the cold spring rain, though neither one…”