“Perpetual encagement endows any mirage of salvation with credibility.”

“... but it is attitude, not years, that condemns one to the ranks of the Undead, or else proffers salvation. In the domain of the young there dwells many an Undead soul. They rush about so, their inner putrefaction is concealed for a few decades, that is all.”

“What is any ocean but a multitude of drops?”

“Yet what is any ocean but a multitude of drops?”

“Once any tyranny becomes accepted as ordinary, its victory is assured.”

“Do spirals end? Or just get so tiny your eyes can’t follow any more?”

“My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?”