“...all his longings came out as a kind of disdain for what he longed for.”
“My devil had been long caged, he came out roaring.”
“He has been dying for a very, very, very long time, and his span came to an end as all eras must.”
“He would sit singing, his cheeks turning red above his whiskers; but his voice always came out deep and steady, like the sound of long ago, if long ago could make a sound instead of being forever lost and silent.”
“Why are we here?", Douglas cried, as poop came out his weiner in a long thin strip, it was weiner-poop, which is the grossest poop of all.”
“The long, long road over the moors and up into the forest - who trod it into being first of all? Man, a human being, the first that came here. There was no path before he came.”