“But if he has lost the sane vision, he can only get it back by something very like a mad vision; that is, by seeing a man as a strange animal and realising how strange an animal he is.”

“Man is a strange animal, he doesn't like to read the handwriting on the wall until his back is up against it.”

“I don’t like animals. It’s a strange thing, I don’t like men and I don’t like animals. As for God, he is beginning to disgust me.”

“Can I ever come back here' he asked, and the Woodsman said something very strange in reply.'Most people come back here,' he said, 'in the end”

“He wondered if normalcy was something, like vision or silence, you didn't realize was precious until you lost it.”

“The poet, therefore, is truly the thief of fire.He is responsible for humanity, for animals even; he will have to make sure his visions can be smelled, fondled, listened to; if what he brings back from beyond has form, he gives it form; if it has none, he gives it none. A language must be found…of the soul, for the soul and will include everything: perfumes, sounds colors, thought grappling with thought”