“What is this place?" "Nothing at all. Everywhere there is. Both at once?" Wereberry offered.”

“Yes Siddhartha,' he said. 'Is this what you mean: that the river is in all places at once, at its source and where it flows into the sea, at the waterfall, at the ferry, at the rapids, in the ocean, in the mountains, everywhere at once, so for the river there is only the present moment and not the shadow of the future?''It is,' Siddhartha said.'And once I learned this I considered my life, and it too was a river, and the boy Siddhartha was separated from the man Siddhartha and the graybeard Siddhartha only by shadows, not by real things. ... Nothing was, nothing will be; everything is, everything has being and presence.”

“What a place. Glokta stifled a smile. It reminds me of myself, in a way. We both were magnificent once, and we both have our best days far behind us.”

“How did Rue end up on that stage with nothing but the wind offering to take her place?”

“How exactly did Rue end up on stage with nothing but the wind offering to take her place?”

“Editors, huh? By golly... you're right. They're everywhere. What is this place? Heaven?”