Vincent and Catherine in “Arabesque”

Because I hurt her...because in my desire I forgot who I was. Who I am. As she moved closer, I wanted to hold her. She was dancing, and...and I felt a pull. It was pulling me to her, and I reached out for her. Suddenly, in her eyes, I saw fear of me. I saw myself. But I couldn't let go of her...And I knew these hands were not meant to give love.

These hands are beautiful. These are my hands.