“You're an obnoxious canker-blossom. Go ooze somewhere else.”
“Thou weedy elf-skinned canker-blossom!”
“O me, you juggler, you canker-blossom, you thief of love!”
“If you don't know where you're going, you'll end up somewhere else.”
“When you behold an aspect for whose constant gloom and frown you cannot account, whose unvarying cloud exasperates you by its apparent causelessness, be sure that there is a canker somewhere, and a canker not the less deeply corroding because concealed.”
“This person, this self, this me, finally, was made somewhere else. Everything had come from somewhere else, and it would all go somewhere else. I was nothing but a pathway for the person known as me.”