“A soul of water a soul of stone.A soul by name a soul unknown.The hours unmake our flesh our bone.The Soul is all and all alone!”

“I've learned two things in my life. One that love is the beginning and end of all meaning. And two that it is the same thing whatever shape our souls have taken on this journey. Love is love. Is love. ”

“Nothing happens carelessly. We’re not brought into the world without reason, even though we may never understand the reason. An infant that lives an hour, that dies before it can lay eyes on those who made it, even that soul did not live without purpose: this is my sudden certainty.”

“Whatever capacity she possesses to supernaturally beguile a human soul—and she possesses many—she liked his clear-sightedness too well, to blind him that way.”

“I dreamt a limitless book,A book unbound,Its leaves scattered in fantastic abundanceOn every line there was a new horizon drawn,New heavens supposed;New states, new souls.”

“I dreamed a limitless book,A book unbound,Its leaves scattered in fantastic abundance.On every line there was a new horizon drawn,New heavens supposed;New states, new souls.One of those souls,Dozing through some imagined afternoon,Dreamed these words.And needing a hand to set them down,Made mine.”

“All had this in common: that if they returned from the Empty Quarter - even though their journey might have taken them only a day's ride into that place - they came back changed men. Nobody could set his eyes on such a void and return to hearth and home without having lost a part of himself to the wilderness forever. Many, having endured the void once, went back, and back again, as if daring the desert to claim them; not content until it did. And those unhappy few who died at home, died with their eyes not on the loving faces at their bedside, nor on the cherry tree in blossom outside the window, but on that waste that called them as only the Abyss can call, promising the soul the balm of nothingness.”