“The stars possessed a more humble kind of beauty than the raging and burning centerpiece of our galaxy, and he loved the sound those distant diamonds seemed to make in the black silence. Like winking sirens luring lonely men to their deaths, drowning them in the inky sky. He was desperately in love with their mysterious nature and saw them as alluring and gentle masters of the heavens. Masters of perfection, those tiny spheres of cool light were, hanging fixed and strong in their celestial place. Perhaps he loved the stars because he was so much like them.”
Book:Inferno