“The trees part before her slender form and close in again behind me. The roads weave a vast labyrinth, and I am lost.”
“For you know that I myself am a labyrinth, where one easily gets lost.”
“The fight is won or lost far away from the witnesses, behind the lines, in the gym, and out there on the road; long before I dance under those lights.”
“I admire from a distance. Too close and the flaws form a craterous landscape and the charm is lost. Who do you think I am, Neil Armstrong?”
“Desires, memories, fears, passions form labyrinths in which we lose and find and then lose ourselves again.”
“I know there is no straight road No straight road in this world Only a giant labyrinth Of intersecting crossroads”