“Hundreds had come to the castle gates to bear witness to the burning of the Seven. The smell in the air was ugly. Even for soldiers, it was hard not to feel uneasy at such an affront to the gods most had worshiped all their lives.”
“The heavy smell of incense gave me an uneasy feeling as if I had walked into a tomb”
“The sensuality of desperate lives. Only poets talk like that. But poetry has never had an answer for anything. All it does it bear witness. To despair. And desperate lives. ”
“Wouldn't it be fun if all the castles in the air which we make could come true and we could live in them?”
“Before the castle gate all was as the fox had said: so the son went in and found the chamber where the golden bird hung in a wooden cage, and below”
“I could even feel how perishable all my moments really were, how all my life they had come to me begging to be lived, to be cherished even.”