“For some girls, our bodies are not immortal so much as expendable, we have punished them or wearied from dragging them around for so long and so we gowearing the brilliant plumage of the possibly freed by death.”

“Our shoes carry our body, so we polish them; our body carries our soul, so we clean the body, but, what about our soul”?”

“The gods made our bodies as well as our souls, is it not so? They give us voices, so we might worship them with song. They give us hands, so we might build them temples. And they give us desire, so we might mate and worship them in that way.”

“In death - no! even in the grave all is not lost. Else there is no immortality for man. Arousing from the most profound slumbers, we break the gossamer web of some dream. Yet in a second afterward, (so frail may that web have been) we remember not that we have dreamed.”

“Some bridges are so beautiful that we wish them to be our own home!”

“Memory is a landscape watched from the window of a moving train. (...) These things happen right before our very eyes, we know them to be real, but they're so far away we can't touch them. Some are so far, so very far away, and the train moving so fast, that we can't be sure any longer that they really did happen. Maybe we merely dreamed them?”