“Dechymic pwy yw.Creadt kyn dilyw.Creadur kadarnHeb gic heb ascwrn.Heb wytheu heb waet.Heb pen aheb traet.Ny bed hyn ny byd ieu.No get y dechreu.Ny daw oe odeuYr ofyn nac agheu.Ny dioes eisseuGan greaduryeu.Guess who it is.Created before the deluge.A creature strong,Without flesh, without bone,Without veins, without blood,Without head, and without feet.It will not be older, it will not be younger,Than it was in the beginning.There will not come from his designFear or death.He has no wantsFrom creatures.”

“To God, without whom I would be but flesh without blood…lungs without breath…a body without life.”

“A creature without a voice. A voice without a name. As immortal as my life. Come here at long last to summon the wind.”

“Monks congregate like dogs in a kennel,From contact with their superiors they acquire knowledge,Is one the course of the wind, is one the water of the sea?Is one the spark of the fire, of unrestrainable tumult?Monks congregate like wolves,From contact with their superiors they acquire knowledge.They know not when the deep night and dawn divide.Nor what is the course of the wind, or who agitates it,In what place it dies away, on what land it roars.”

“Perhaps it makes sense that a creature that doesn't get ill and has few enemies among its neighbors would also live agelessly and die without explanation or cause--would simply vanish without a trace.”

“Here in flesh and blood was a truth which I had long believed in words, but never met before. The creature we call a gentleman lies deep in the heart of thousands that are born without chance to master the outward graces of the type.”

“An admiral without ships, a hand without fingers, in service of a king without a throne. Is this a knight who comes before us, or the answer to a child's riddle?”