“words same as always same as nothingwhen nothing is the same”
“Nothing is made, nothing disappears. The same changes, at the same places, never stopping.”
“Sword and words—same letters, and same ability to cut down.”
“Nothing lasts. Everything changes. But the changes are the same. Winter will always turn to spring.”
“As you see, context is everything and nothing at the same time. Words stand alone and with each other.”
“And then I saw him and nothing was ever the same again. The sky was never the same colour, the moon never the same shape: the air never smelt the same, food never tasted the same. Every word I knew changed its meaning, everything that once was stable and firm became as insubstantial as a puff of wind, and every puff of wind became a solid thing I could feel and touch.”