“Even if we all want you here, you don't belong until you decide you do.”

“See, what you do here is you work yourself away from the words, slowly shedding them until there's no more need of them, because you're them and they're you- wordless words. And then, what you want, all you want, are the slow silent white fireworks of Who-What Made It All, calling it whatever you want to until you don't call it anything at all because you don't need to, you just don't need to anymore...”

“Dress you? I'd rather undress you. We don't belong together. But you belong to me. I want you not as you might be. I want you as you are. ”

“Circumstances don't determine who you are, or what you will be. Only you do that. You either decide, or you don't. Even the decision not to decide was still yours.”

“You know,' she said, 'that until you come here again, we’re all waiting for you. Not just me, but these fields, the house, that toad we nearly stepped on back there in the woods. We’re all here, waiting. Because we’re yours now. We belong to you. You’ve a whole other world here, Erzsi, you see. And every summer, the sun won’t shine until you come. Not for us.”

“Because even though you don't want anyone to own you, it doesn't mean that there is nowhere you belong.”