“Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper what their roots had found.(“A Dream of Fear”)”
“Some want to live within the soundOf church or chapel bell;I want to run a rescue shop,Within a yard of hell.”
“Mal,” I whispered into the night.“What?”“Thanks for finding me.”I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming, but somewhere in the dark, I thought I heard him whisper, “Always.”
“For months I heard whispers and though it had seemed that they were carried to me on the wind, they were really coming from inside my own head.”
“I had had my dreams of Venice. But nothing that I had dreamed was as impossible as what I found.”
“For the first time in four billion years a living creature had contemplated himself and heard with a sudden, unaccountable loneliness, the whisper of the wind in the night reeds.”