“Les Vazdru ne pleurent pas.- Chaque parole prononcée fut une larme.”

“The Vazdru do not weep.""Who weeps? Not I.""Every word spoken was a tear.”

“Whatever the hell I am, I am Me.”

“It's lovely. I hate it.”

“How massively the mountains stand, while low to the ground the sand blows. The sand blows on and on. And then there are no mountains, none at all, the sand has kissed and whispered them away. And still, the sand blows on.”

“Are not all loves secretly the same? A hundred flowers sprung from a single root.”

“Condemned and executioner are not coupled in a primitive rite.”