“If it rained knowledge, I'd hold out my hand; but I would not give myself the trouble to go in quest of it.”

“The way in which I create myself is by means of a quest. I go out into the world in order to come back with a self.”

“The words were on their way, and when they arrived, she would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like the rain.”

“It was a close place. I took it up, and held it in my hand. I was a trembling, because I'd got to decide, forever, betwixt two things, and I knowed it. I studied a minute, sort of holding my breath, and then says to myself:'All right, then, I'll go to hell'- and tore it up.”

“And as the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so was my beloved among the sons. Et cetera. What would I give, to have that night back, out of all my nights? No treasure fleet could hold it, what I'd give; no caravan of mules could carry it away.”

“On my way out I was even going to shake his hand, but I remembered just in time that I'd killed a man.”