“Blue eyes glittered. A shock of golden hair - gone. The dust in the air swirled, coalesced into a thorn-twisted Shaman tattoo.”

“And yonder sits a maiden, The fairest of the fair, With gold in her garment glittering, And she combs her golden hair.”

“History is as light as individual human life, unbearably light, light as a feather, as dust swirling into the air, as whatever will no longer exist tomorrow.”

“Are you the one with the blue eyes?""Actually, my eyes are usually described as golden...and luminous.”

“...smoke twisting amongst the lights and turning the air a desolate blue, the colour of dead hopes and lost chances.”

“Look at the sky. It’s not dark and black and without character. The black is, in fact deep blue. And over there: lighter blue and blowing through the blues and blackness the winds swirling through the air and then shining, burning, bursting through: the stars! And you see how they roar their light. Everywhere we look, the complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.”