“Between the sun and poverty there was us for a little while.”

“A little while, their hunger unfulfilled,The mothlike worlds flit 'round the guttering sun.("Ephemera")”

“How little we have, I thought, between us and the waiting cold, the mystery, death--a strip of beach, a hill, a few walls of wood or stone, a little fire--and tomorrow's sun, rising and warming us, tomorrow's hope of peace and better weather . . . What if tomorrow vanished in the storm? What if time stood still? And yesterday--if once we lost our way, blundered in the storm--would we find yesterday again ahead of us, where we had thought tomorrow's sun would rise?”

“The choice of life is not between fame and fortune, nor wealth and poverty, but between good and evil.”

“Such a little childTo send to be a priestling...Icy poverty”

“Everyone is a little crazy. The only difference between us and them is that they hide it better.”