“We in this house are all that is left of Logres.”

“Fue adondo a mi me perdieronquw logre por fin encontrarme?Was it where they lost methat I finally found myself?”

“I was suffocating even before we left the house, but no one bothered to ask me how I felt.”

“Overcome space, and all we have left is Here. Overcome time, and all we have left is Now.”

“The house was left; the house was deserted. It was left like a shell on a sandhill to fill with dry salt grains now that life had left it. The long life seemed to have set in; the trifling airs, nibbling, the clammy breaths, fumbling, seemed to have triumphed. ..”

“Someday all the wilds will be razed, and we will be left with a concrete landscape, a land of pretty houses and trim gardens and planned parks and forests, and a world that works as smoothly as a clock, neatly wound: a world of metal and gears, and people going tick-tick-tick to their deaths.”