“He never wears a watch (his own rebellion against time, against watching).”

“He watched her for her reaction, or possibly watched her just to watch, his eyes hooded by his lashes and his mouth impassive. A faceless man—such as the one she had dreamed of since she was a child—his identity not obscured by mist or flying sand or swirling dust, but by a mask he readily employed whenever he wished. As a shutter closed against a gale. Closed against her, no matter the impact of his words. He seemed to speak them against his will, just as he seemed to care for her against his will.”

“He's spent all his life in good-natured rebellion against the tyranny of the unimportant.”

“Poetry is man's rebellion against being what he is”

“He was leaning back against the door watching me with hooded eyes. He wasn’t throwing sarcastic barbs at me or ignoring me, he was just watching me.”

“Beware, O earth, the prophet who claims to know the time but never wears a watch.”