“All that old road of the past unreeling dizzily as if the cup of life had been overturned and everything gone mad. My eyes ached in nightmare day (235).”
“All gone. All anger quelled, all desire drained, all thirst slaked, all madness past.”
“The moon was gone, but to the magician's eyes the unicorn was the moon, cold and white and very old, lighting his way to safety, or to madness.”
“I don’t know if it was just me making things up in my head but after the fear in their eyes had gone what replaced it was like a sad kind of wondering. A wondering of where the old me was hiding. A wondering about where the old me had gone to. It was like I had suddenly been taken over by someone else and they could see the old me had fallen away for good.”
“He had been walking these roads, he thought, all his life.”
“The old life is gone, my days are new,but time is still a mysteryof wishes, and this sad, confusing fragrance. " —Rosa”