There was, he remembered, far more to love than what went on in bed, but that had its place too. — Harry Turtledove

Research seemed a more profitable way to spend his time than mourning.

His eyes were black and shiny; he had somehow the air of a man who saw things no one else did. Whether those things were actually there, Argyros was not sure.

Beauty was too rare in the world to be wasted.