If all hearts were open and all desires known -- as they would be if people showed their souls -- how many gapings, sighings, clenched fists, knotted brows, broad grins, and red eyes should we see in the market-place!

Let me strip you piece by piece, exactly how you like it. Let me watch you shine through your brutal revelation.

If she wanted this man to trust her, to open up to her, she would have to strip every last piece of herself away, like he had been stripped. That's the only way he would let her in. The challenge seemed insurmountable, maybe because he seemed insurmountable.

It’s only through the degradation of the soul that you can know who you really are; when all else is stripped away, leaving you bare.” Somehow, his black eyes darkened, the venom in his words more deadly than a viper’s bite. “Let me degrade you, Katherine.

The sudden disappointment of a hope leaves a scar which the ultimate fulfillment of that hope never entirely removes.

Many besides Angel have learnt that the magnitude of lives is not as to their external displacements but as to their subjective experiences.