Nothing in all the world is so nonsensical and contradictory, save mortals, that is, who live in the grip of… — Anne Rice

In spite of all the refinements of civilization that conspired to make art – the dizzying perfection of the string quartet or the sprawling grandeur of Fragonard's canvases – beauty was savage. It was as dangerous and lawless as the earth had been eons before man had one single coherent thought in his head or wrote codes of conduct on tablets of clay. Beauty was a Savage Garden.

To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner.

The truth is most women are weak, be they mortal or immortal. But when they are strong, they are absolutely unpredictable.