“There is no point in burying the hatchet if you're going to put up a marker on the site.”

“I've buried all the hatchets. But I know where I've buried them and I can dig them up again if necessary.”

“No one ever forgets where he buried the hatchet.”

“Was he coming to bury the hatchet? Was there a hatchet to even be buried? For some reason I started thinking of how weird it was that I would always be his son and he would always be my father, that there was nothing that could ever change. I didn't know whether this permanence was comforting or terrifying.”

“Blasted grave marker. There sure are a bloody lot of them. They've got some nerve burying all these dead people here.”

“The point is, not to resist the flow. You go up when you're supposed to go up and down when you're supposed to go down. When you're supposed to go up, find the highest tower and climb to the top. When you're supposed to go down, find the deepest well and go down to the bottom. When there's no flow, stay still. If you resist the flow, everything dries up. If everything dries up, the world is darkness.”