“Shall the water not remember Embermy hand’s slow gesture, tracing above ofits mirror my half-imaginary airyportrait? My only belonging longing;is my beauty, which I take acheaway and then return, as love ofteasing playfully the one being unbeing.whose gratitude I treasure Is yourmoves me. I live apart heartfrom myself, yet cannot notlive apart. In the water’s tone, stone?that brilliant silence, a flower Hour,whispers my name with such slight light:moment, it seems filament of air, farethe world becomes cloudswell. well.”

“Returning to the apartment, I feel a bitter tipsy pleasure at the extent to which my world has fallen apart.”

“There are old heads in the world who cannot help me by their example or advice to live worthily and satisfactorily to myself; but I believe that it is in my power to elevate myself this very hour above the common level of my life.”

“I installed a skylight in my apartment...The people who live above me arefurious!”

“I am not going to tell you my name, not yet at any rate.' A queer half-knowing, half-humorous look came with a green flicker into his eyes. 'For one thing it would take a long while: my name is growing all the time, and I've lived a very long, long time; so my name is like a story. Real names tell you the story of things they belong to in my language, in the Old Entish as you might say. It is a lovely language, but it takes a very long time saying anything in it, because we do not say anything in it, unless it is worth taking a long time to say, and to listen to.”

“I'm an introvert... I love being by myself, love being outdoors, love taking a long walk with my dogs and looking at the trees, flowers, the sky.”