2nd most-quoted character in Forever Knight: in 25 of its 89 quotes Most scenes with: Det. Nick Knight (2)
Lines by Lucien LaCroix 23
Lucien LaCroix
My very old friend Thomas wagered me he would be able to persuade you to deliver this most intelligent and beautiful woman to him by simply telling you what you so desperately wanted to hear. There may be a cure. Well, there isn't one, of course. When will you learn, Nicholas, that this quest of yours is a hopeless one, that it will only cause you and others misery? Normally, I hate to lose, but the look of utter foolishness on your face almost makes it worthwhile.
"Lieutenant Drake and his murdering minions should not have been punished for what they did? Why, Nicolas, no justice for the wronged? No vengeance? What about the victims of his ill-conceived crusade? What about my plantations?"
Love? A blip on the monitor of involuntary human response. A hiccup of emotion when compared with envy, hatred, lust. And just who was this Saint Valentine? A bishop, Roman, Third Century, got his head sliced off... ouch. For marrying lovers against his emperor's decree. You see, Claudius The Second believed that men made better warriors unmarried. Power comes with the absence of love. Love...drains us of our strength. We never learn, do we?
Does love. really exist in this hedonistic world of ours? Or is it only our selfish needs? Our own desires that fuel the potion. Does she love me, love me not... What does it really matter? One hellish alchemy if it does.
Love exists, it rages within, a silent scream of endless pain, and I shall commune to you, without equal, not death, not hell itself, but a precious, precious love, long withered, and gone...
Tonight, we mourn the loss of a dear friend. One moment so full of life, and the next, what was lies shattered and broken. Irretrievable. Beyond reach. Beyond hope. And we ask ourselves, 'if there is a God, how can this happen?' Better to ask, 'if there is a God... must it be sane?
Love. How it toys with us. Makes utter fools of us. Clubs, whips... and spanks us. Listen to the voices of the unloved as they surge and retreat in the night... Whisper to empty rooms... And lonely beds. The hunger of love. Unattained. Rushing through our fingers. Unstoppable. Fleeting. Gone. And yet, when we touch this love, it burns us with its bright flame. It punishes and consumes. And yet we must have it. It rules us. Uses. Abuses. Misuses. And yet why do we always crawl back for more?
In courts and palaces, he also reigns. And in luxurious cities, where the noise of riot ascends above their loftiest towers. And injury and outrage. And when night darkens the street, then wander forth the Sons of Belial. Flown with insolence, and wine. Paradise...lost.
For the cappuccinos, friends; smoke them if you have them. It's poetry time again. Some thoughts for you to dream on. Tonight's likeness exerted from Killing Mind, by that fellow who got rich writing greeting cards for the Devil: "Life's ending evolution;/Every death is growth;/She should please me now,/This dead one,/With whatever warmth remains;/With that rattle in her throat;/And with slackening breath/Should whisper/'I love you for what you've done;/You've let my spirit out,/And I never saw you coming/Nor dreamed what you're about.'"
Forever Knight · 89 quotes
Lucien LaCroix
