“Various stars. Various kings.Various sunsets, signs, cursory insights.Many minute attentions, many knowledgeable watchers,Much cold, much overbearing darkness.Various long midwinter Glooms.Various Solitary and Terrible Stars.Many Frosty Nights, many previously Unseen Sky-flowers.Many people setting out (some of them kings) all clutching at stars....Various people coming home (some of them kings). Various headlights.Two or three children standing or sitting on the low wall.Various winds, the Sea Wind, the sound-laden Winds of EveningBlowing the stars toward them, bringing snow.”

“In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, Snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago. ”

“I saw myself, sharply, as a wanderer, an adventurer, rocking through the world, unanchored.[...]The wind of my life was blowing me away.[...]I take the blue envelope...and tear it slowly into many pieces, watching them dance in the wind, watching the wind carry them away. Yet as I turn and begin walking toward the waiting people, the wind blows some of them back on me.”

“Many of the books on my list are, in my opinion, amazing. Some I didn't like. But I give them all five stars, because stars make people - including me -- happy.”

“People no longer live by sun and moon, by wind and stars, but by some slyly contrived conventions known as clocks and calendars.”

“People are too various to be treated so lightly. I am too various to be trusted.”