“...savoring the sense of loneliness and freedom that comes only from solitary sojourns in strange lands...”
“How strange is the lot of us mortals! Each of us is here for a brief sojourn; for what purpose he knows not, though he senses it. But without deeper reflection one knows from daily life that one exists for other people.”
“You cannot friend a hawk, they said, unless you are a hawk yourself, alone and only a sojourner in the land, without friends or the need of them.”
“Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness.”
“Freedom came in strange forms and from unexpected directions.”
“I alternate between thinking of the planet as home - dear and familiar stone hearth and garden - and as a hard land of exile in which we are all sojourners.”