Best 15 quotes of Susan Kay on MyQuotes

All beauty must have its imperfections, all happiness its share of sorrow.

Death was the ultimate power and I his eager, willing apprentice.

Great beauty is often perceived by human senses as pain.

Happiness is like the first blissful intoxication of morphine.It doesn't last very long.

I had reached up and pulled the castle of dreams down around him.

In point of fact I was a perfectly devoted and dutiful little Catholic—until the day I learned that animals have no souls.

Killing is like riding, you see. One never really loses the knack.

Memories are like fireflies darting across the surface of my mind, showing me here and there images so sharp and vivid that I catch my breath in wonder before the vignette disappears, sinking like a pebble into the quicksand of regret and recrimination.

Night after night the nightingale came to beg for divine love, but though the rose trembled at the sound of his voice, her petals remained closed to him...Flower and bird, two species never meant to mate. Yet at length the rose overcame her fear and from that single, forbidden union was born the red rose that Allah never intended the world to know.

She wanted an Angel of Music . . . an angel who would make her believe in herself at last. I'd been the Angel of Doom for the khanum. There was no reason in the world why I could not be the Angel of Music for Christine. I couldn't hope to be a man to her, I couldn't ever be a real, breathing, living man waking at her side and reaching out for her . . . But I could be her angel' -Erik

Ah, well...hell is full of burning boats, did you know that, Nadir? I daresay that's what makes it so bloody hot.

I am not forsaken! I'm no longer alone in the darkness! Before my eyes I see a thousand little devils lighting black candles along the path which leads toward the edge...the blindingly beautiful edge.

I want you to take off the mask, Erik, do you hear me? I want you to take it off right now. -Luciana

Tame him? You can't tame a Tower rat--they're flea-bitten and vicious." "So are most men!" The girl smiled and stretched her cramped limbs. "Shall I tame one of them instead? They too make diverting pets, you know." Markham laughed nervously. "Wouldn't you rather have a dog, madam?" "Ah no--too loyal! They present no challenge." Behind the girl's steady eyes a shadow stirred. "My mother had a dog once. She used to make it jump through a burning hoop to prove its devotion to her, until she found my father did it better. He jumped through that hoop for over six years. When he finally got tired of performing for her amusement he killed her. And that's what makes men such interesting pets, Markham--you never know when they're going to turn and bite.

You must expect to make enemies." "I never expect to make anything else," he said.