“He no longer dreamed of storms, nor of women, nor of great occurrences, nor of great fish, nor fights, nor contests of strength, nor of his wife. He only dreamed of places now and the lions on the beach. They played like young cats in the dusk and he loved them as he loved the boy. He never dreamed about the boy. He simply woke, looked out the open door at the moon and unrolled his trousers and put them on.”
“He wanted and needed their love, but felt none towards them. He now had neither love nor humility nor purity”
“He looked on people, and he neither liked nor disliked them. He looked on life and was neither heartened nor saddened.”
“He is a great fish and I must convince him, he thought. I must never let him learn his strength nor what he could do if he made his run.”
“He who is neither human nor demon is not the dawn nor the dusk.”
“the friend neither sang of grief, nor open his heart to me he muttled in his inquisition and wasted his life and his dreams”