“And we danced, on the brink of an unknown future, to an echo from a vanished past.”

“What is history? An echo of the past in the future; a reflex from the future on the past.”

“If the future is to remain open and free, we need people who can tolerate the unknown, who will not need the support of completely worked out systems or traditional blueprints from the past.”

“There was not a moving up into vacated places; there was simply an anachronistic staying on between a vanishing past and an incalculable future.”

“I will move on. I will smile and laugh and dance. I will run, not from my past, but toward my future. Towards...me.”

“She was only the faint violet whiff and dead leaf echo of the nymphet I had rolled myself upon with such cries in the past; an echo on the brink of a russet ravine, with a far wood under a white sky, and brown leaves choking the brook, and one last cricket in the crisp weeds.”