“Almost nothing need be said when you have eyes.”

“What you want most you push away from you.You want more than you care to admit.”

“This gave him another opportunity to use one of those words that hung before him, shining and alluring. Far away in the distance there were more of them, dangerously sharp. Words that were not for him, but which he used all the same on the sly, and which had an exciting flavour and gave him a tingling feeling in the head. They were a little dangerous, all of them.”

“Fire auge med glimt og strålar under vippene. Heile spegelglaset fullt. Spørsmål som skyt fram og gøymer seg att. Eg veit ikkje: Glimt og strålar, glimt frå deg til meg, frå meg til deg, og frå meg til deg åleine - inn i glaset og tilbake, og aldri noko svar på kva dette er, aldri noko løysning. Dei raude putande leppene dine, nei det er mine, så likt! Håret på same måten, og glimt og strålar. Det er oss! Vi kan ikkje gjera noko med det, det er som frå ei anna verd. Biletet byrjar å svive, flyt ut til kantane, samlar seg, nei samlar seg ikkje. Det er ein munn som smiler. Ein munn frå ei anna verd. Nei det er ingen munn, det er ikkje noko smil, det er noko ingen veit - det er berre oppspana augevipper over glimt og strålar.”

“Bewilderment increases in the presence of the mirrors.”

“I like the modern form. Anyone who absolutely has to understand everything he sees misses a lot. It's not always true that "obscure words come from obscure thoughts.”

“Where the Flame was burningBy the long grey roadthere is ash after a fire gone outand signs of departurein dust and heat.That is all.But the flame that burnedin the circle of the travellerswhirled only before the eyein unextinguished longing.They were travelling for a dreamand could give all,and must go on in their searchingsand their unease,and the bonfire burned onin every edge of sight,whilst new searchers dug in the ashesand in the ground under the ashes,and it is dreamthat is happinessfor those journeying.”