“The journey is about coming home....There is always the return. And the wound will take you there. It is a blood-trail." (p. 220,222)”

“The curious are always in some danger. If you are curious you might never come home.”

“When my friend Melot set the trap, I think I knew it. I turned to death full face, as I had turned to love with my whole body. I would let death enter me as you had entered me. You had crept along my blood vessels through the wound, and the blood that circulates returns to the heart. You circulated me, you made me blush like a girl in the hoop of your hands. You were in my arteries and my lymph, you were the colour just under my skin, and if I cut myself, it was you I bled. Red Isolde, alive on my fingers, and always the force of blood pushing you back to my heart.”

“I'm always nervous about going home, just as I am nervous about rereading books that have meant a lot to me.”

“It takes much longer to leave the psychic place than the physical place." (p.120)”

“What should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be free, and the tame heart that wants to come home. I want to be held. I don't want you to come too close. I want you to scoop me up and bring me home at nights. I don't want to tell you where I am. I want to keep a place among the rocks where no one can find me. I want to be with you.”

“The journey is not linear, it is always back and forth, denying the calendar, the wrinkles and lines of the body.”