“Inside Jade Hall is a curtain of pearlsbehind it lives a graceful girlher beauty transcends the immortalsher skin is like that of a peachspring mists rise in the eastautumn winds stir in the westthirty years from nowshe’ll look like chewed sugarcane”

“Beauty without grace is like a fish far displaced from the water and looking at this kind of beauty is like watching that fish die right there on the cement in front of you.”

“She should have looked ridiculous, standing there wet and bedraggled in her silly underwear, but she looked magnificent. Like some kind of mythical goddess rising from the mists of time.Statuesque, utterly feminine. Breathtaking.”

“To the dismay of those that stood by, about the body of Saruman a grey mist gathered, and rising very slowly to a great height like smoke from a fire, as a pale shrouded figure it loomed over the Hill. For a moment it wavered, looking to the West; but out of the West came a cold wind, and it bent away, and with a sigh dissolved into nothing.”

“I was stirred only like a leaf in the wind, that is all. . .”

“I stir in bed and the memories rise out of me like a buzz of flies from a carcass. I crave to be rid of them...”