“For the moment I can only cry out that I have lost my splendid mirage. Come back, come back, O glittering and white!”

“O lost,And by the wind grieved,Ghost, Come back again.”

“1939. Love rages. It cries out from you, seething and red; I come back for more and more.”

“I held out my dad’s magic box and let it o, sure it would smash to the floor. Instead, the box disappeared.“Cool,” I said. “Sure you I can get it back?”“No,” Bast said. “Now come on!”

“Slowly, with many lost days, I come back to life.”

“I have walked that long road to freedom. I have tried not to falter; I have made missteps along the way. But I have discovered the secret that after climbing a great hill, one only finds that there are many more hills to climb. I have taken a moment here to rest, to steal a view of the glorious vista that surrounds me, to look back on the distance I have come. But I can only rest for a moment, for with freedom come responsibilities, and I dare not linger, for my long walk is not ended.”