“Confined on the ship, from which there is no escape, the madman is delivered to the river with its thousand arms, the sea with it's thousand roads, to that great uncertainty external to everything.”
“Only the ship is made of books, its sails thousands of overlapping pages, and the sea it floats upon is dark black ink.”
“A man lies upon the floor, spreads his arms, and transforms himself into a ship of a thousand sails.”
“The sea accepts a hundred rivers, grows big by acceptingThe cliff stands a thousand feet, is strong by not desiring.”
“That's not a goal," Kit said."Why? Because it's not yours? Which is better, Kit Meinem of Atyar? A single great victory, or a thousand small ones?”
“What's your road, man? - holyboy road, madman road, rainbow road, guppy road, any road. It's an anywhere road for anybody anyhow. Where body how?”