“I don't know what it is, but I ache for it each day. It's as though I have eyes, but there are colors I cannot see. As though I have ears, but there's a range of notes I cannot hear.”

“I am imagination. I can see what the eyes cannot see. I can hear what the ears cannot hear. I can feel what the heart cannot feel”

“I am imagination. I can sea what the eyes cannot see. I can hear what the ears cannot hear. I can feel what the heart cannot feel.”

“I shall have to believe even though I cannot understand.”

“But I must go on," said the Lady Amalthea, "for it is never finished. Even when I wake, I cannot tell what is real, and what I am dreaming as I move and speak and eat my dinner. I remember what cannot have happened, and forget something that is happening to me know. People look at me as though I should know them, and I do know them in the dream, and always the fire draws me nearer, though I am awake—”

“I cannot say what color Lenore Beadsman’s eyes are; I cannot look at them; they are the sun to me.”