“How much of this truth can I bear to see and still liveunblinded?How much of this paincan I use?”
“How much truth can a spirit bear, how much truth can a spirit dare? ... that became for me more and more the real measure of value.”
“I wonder how much we don‘t see. How much of our lives we witness and accept as truth when the rest of the iceberg—the heaviest, bulkiest part—is buried and invisible.”
“A blind man can see how much I love you”
“I am surprised to see how much I have written; with stories even a page can take me hours, but the truth seems to flow out as fast as I can get it down.”
“I do not know how much they see through the Mist. I doubt it would matter to them if they knew the truth. Sometimes mortals can be more horrible than monsters.”